Wife chasing me with shotgun

I was in our house and running from my wife. She began to slowly walk up the stairs from the basement with a determined unblinking stare. She was carrying a shotgun in one hand. I took off running with her slowly following me. I went upstairs and hid in our kids’ closet, hunkered down in the stuffed animals. I bumped some electronic toy that started singing. I looked up and the shotgun was pointed right at my face. Without a word she pulled the trigger and the right side of my head was gone. Another shot finished the job.

I think this dream may have spawned from the news about that guy who used a shotgun to kill two men who were robbing his neighbor. Instead of pain, I just felt heavy pressure. With the first shot, instead of fear of pain or death, I was more concerned about how gross it must look.