The night the good friend died

Last night in my dream I was in a field with two other people. I didn't really know either of them. I had a shotgun in my hands, and one of the people, who was standing on the other side of a pickup truck, was taunting me about something. I asked him to stop but he didn't. I asked repeatedly and his taunts only got worse and more serious. I think he also might have been confessing to something he did, maybe murdering someone i love.
Well, I warned him to stop or i would use the shotgun I had, but he still wouldn't stop, so I cocked the shotgun and tried to shoot the guy, but the trigger wouldn't pull back. I kept trying, and it wouldn't work even though I knew I had the safety off. Then I noticed that there was a second safety in front of the trigger that I had to push up with my finger, so I did that and shot and the guy but missed.
The whole time the other skinny guy kept looking and us and maybe warning us to put our guns down, because the guy at whom I was shooting aslo had his gun ready.
We started circling around the truck, and I kept shooting at the guy and missing. Then the guy starting trying to shoot at me, but I kept wiggling and jumping and looking like a complete fool to save myself. Eventually, the skinny guy pulled a gun on the other guy and told him that he was under arrest. Then I shot him right in the stomach. Suddenly I was really worried about getting arrested.

But then the scene changed and I was above an italian restaurant in some south american country. Kurt was laying on the ground before me with a bullet hole in his stomach. He was just laying there, alive, eyes open, breathing... but waiting to die. I told him I was sooooo sorry and he had to try to live, but he said he wasn't going to because he knew he was going to die because, "that's just what happens to me."
I grabbed some ice from a nearby bucket and put it around his wound and grabbed a phone. I dialed 911, hoping it was the same in this country as in the US. Someone picked up and I started rattling off what happened to him when he interrupted and said "No ingles, no ingles!" So I yelled "Ingles! Ingles! Otra persona!!!" And he ran and got a girl who spoke english. I can even remember hearing her talking in the background while she was coming to the phone.
While I was on the phone, kurt kept sitting up and I yelled at him to lay back down. "STOP kurt! Lay down and stay still! STOP SITTING UP KURT!!!" but he wouldn't listen. Eventually he got up and started walking around. I'm not sure if i even knew where I was to tell the 911 girl, but i woke up before i found out.