Ok, Fess Up, Whose Nightmare Was This?

Sleep last night was terrible, made especially terrible by an incredibly complex nightmare in which I was involved with/held captive by an abusive man who was planning on bombing Brittany Spears at Coachella to prove that he loved me because Brittany had stolen my boyfriend.  There was some really icky sexual violence in the nightmare (thank you, brain) and a lot of shooting and running around and bombs and it was really terrible.  But in what universe am I monogamous?  And Brittany Spears, really?  I mean, I barely know who she is.  How was this my nightmare?   If this one belonged to you, I am so sorry, but I really wish it hadn't been mis-delivered.