Instant kaboom

I was lying on the ground. Wounded perhaps. The others who lay around me were dead. Shot with a single bullet by a man flanked by three goons.
He wore a suit, had a grey beard and looked like he was about to attend a black tie event after the shooting.
I lay still waiting to get shot as the man pointed his gun at me.
At that moment I couldn't think of anything other than how much it would hurt to get a bullet in my back and how it would eventually kill me.
His gun had gold trimmings near the trigger which matched a fat good ring on his ring finger. I kept trying to steal a glance at the final moments of my life through that mans eyes.
I was wincing, waiting for the bullet to get fired. It was terrorising. Slow torture since I was more afraid of the pain that would cripple my back upon the bullet entering my body. The suspense was mounting and for a fleeting moment I thought to get up and run.
It was a silly thought.
The hulking henchmen would need exert no effort to catch me and anyways I felt like I couldn't get up.
My yellow clothes, billowing and beautiful lay gathered around my person and I waited.
What was taking so long?
I looked back at the man who was about to bring forth my death and saw him loading a new magazine in his gun.
I braced. Took a deep breath and there was a deafening gun shot.
I felt nothing.
No pain in my back.
Maybe because I have no prior experience with getting shot and my dream couldn't conjure that pain and have me flinch as I dreamt.

I opened my eyes.
Had a sip of water and felt my back with a finger before going back to sleep.