Standing in the street of an unfamiliar neighborhood, some people approach me to let me know "It's my time". My first instinct is to run, but they say that would be useless as I WILL be found. So, I contemplate my life, coming to the conclusion that it has been a fulfilling one. I tell them I'm ready. A white van backs around the corner, heading straight for me. My death will result from being run over by a van?!? "No, no!", I say, asking if they would just shoot me instead. At that point a tank rolls up and I yell "Really?!" before waking up.
Moral of this dream: specify clearly the mode of your own extermination.