The dream took place in a big hotel. There was a lot of cloak and dagger work going on. I'd already killed some people, and there were a lot of people trying to kill me. I wasn't a very nice guy, I think.
I was breaking into one of the rooms at one point and a cop came up and asked what I was doing. I broke his neck with a strike to the throat and dragged him into the nearby emergency stairwell. The dream then turned into a long "inventory management" sort of thing, like in a computer game-- the cop had a bunch of stuff I wanted (handcuffs, pistol, nightstick, badge) but I was already carrying a ton of stuff and I couldn't carry it all. I had to sort stuff and decide what to drop. That took a long time.
Then, the moment I exited the stairwell, I saw my wife down the hall. Apparently, she was one of the people on the enemy side now-- I'd heard that she'd turned, and I wanted to find out if it was true. She saw me and I started running towards her. She ducked into a random room and slammed the door shut behind her. I suddenly had to decide whether I wanted to break into the room she'd gone into, so I could question her, or go back and break into the original room that I needed to do.
I woke up without having made a decision.