Morning Dream in the Garden of Death

I was kept awake last night until 5:30 in the morning by the same two brainless drones as before, not falling asleep until maybe 7:30. After falling asleep I had a strange, frightening dream which involved Phil Spector chasing people (including me) around in a garden after a wave of true fear and loss had seemingly passed over the entire world. There were dungeon rooms in this garden where people were being tortured. Mr. Spector seemed to be in charge of the place, and there were obviously mind controlled people running around and screaming as if they had no conscience whatsoever, covered in wounds and bruises. The feeling that I got from the dream was that it was after a point in time that Martial Law had passed and we were all imprisoned. The end of the dream involved me with two pistols firing at Mr. Spector at point blank range, yet he didn't react, like any typical movie monster. The dream ended with a ghastly tune running through my mind and the people, now zombified completely, were joining Spector in slowly chasing me down as my weapons ran out of ammunition (and didn't have any effect anyway). It was like a sick fatal joke being played on me. I was backing up, trying to get away from them, and next thing I know I'm awake at 9 in the morning because my dad doesn't know how to be quiet when others are sleeping (I guess it runs in the family) and I am cold, hungry and feeling sick as my sinuses are stuffy and itchy. As I begin drifting back off to sleep an hour later, grating mechanical noise awakens me once again as my sister and her boyfriend (the aforementioned brainless drones) are in the kitchen, seemingly having only slept for 5 hours, loud and clattering, laughing hellishly with every movement like nails on a chalkboard. I think what a fool I am for pursuing any sort of peace and solitude in this world...

This is the face that appeared in front of me as I was chased down and cornered in my dream: