Another Not-A-Vincent Dream

So there I was, in my PJs (which I don't wear), coming back from the shops in the dark, when a car did a really dangerous manouevre. The man next to me and I had a disgusted chat about it, then when we got to the block of flats (apartment block) where I lived - and apparently so did he (I actually live in a house) - and I realised I didn't have my keys (in my jimjams, go figure). The man invited me into his flat, where I met his wife, son and daughter. We chatted for a while, sitting on a single bed in a tiny bedroom, having called the police to help me get into my flat. There was a knock on the door, and thinking it was the police, the daughter and I went to answer the door. She saw through the glass it was someone who was trouble, and only opened the door on the chain. Then for some reason she took the chain off, and the man burst in. I was behind the door, and as she ran off, he turned and saw me. He was obviously going to attack me, so I ran after the girl into the garden of what had now transformed into a mansion. He was attacking people left, right and centre, so I picked up a metal pipe and whacked him over the head. He passed out, and I heaved him into the huge pool and held him under to drown him. I woke up just as we were deciding how to hide the killing from the police when they eventually arrived.

Any dreams experts out there who can translate this into something meanigful? Or was it just the cheese and apple I had before bed?