Dream Feb. 7

Not sure of the actual date, but it's stuck with me so I decided to write it out.

I am myself. American, blue eyed, and a Muslim. Though for some reason I was much larger than I actually am. Anywho, I was still a school teacher, in my American school. A parent wasn't too fond of me, so she decided to set me up so that I'd get fired. She said I touched her child, I can't remember if it was violent or passionate. Either way, I was fired. I began working at an electronics warehouse. Similar to Best Buy but around the size of a Sams Club. I worked towards the back of the store near the televisions. I was conversating with a male coworker and as we all know, Muslim women can not talk to men unless it's their husbands. Someone must have seen, because a hit was soon put out on me. I saw two men who I knew were there to kill me. I tried to hide behind the boxes of televisions, but they found me and I was killed. Then the dream starts over, exactly the same, and I notice this. So I decided to try and change it so I won't die. I take off in a different direction, and hide around the store manager's office. I feel that I've been successful and that I have changed my dream. As I start to leave this hallway, and towards the exit, they've spotted me. This should be impossible being as I've changed the dream. But they find me again. No matter what I tried to do to change it, it still ended up the same. Profound huh? I run outside, I make it to the street before the parking lot, as I turn to see if they've followed me, I see one of the hitmen right behind carrying a KORG keyboard. He uses it to hit me in the back of the head. I die, again. The funny thing is, and this usually happens, is when I die, I immediately leave my bpdy and am watching myself be killed. Then the dream is over. So I see myself, laying on the ground, in my traditional clothing, with a gash, well more like an open wound, about the size of a grapefruit on the back right side of my head. The man throws down the keyboard and walks away. No one does anything.