I had a dream

It started off rather promisingly: I was in Pomplona, running away from the bulls. I was thinking about places to go last night, and Pomplona was one of them, plus I've been playing with a stuffed bull last night at my friend's place, plus I've been meaning to re-read The Sun Also Rises for a while now, so in general, thinking about location was unsurprising. I also had a gun. I don't think I always had it (in the dream that is), but once the bulls started charging us I figured a good idea is to protect myself, hence the gun appeared in my hand. I shot several bulls, and then an unpleasant thing happened: a giant bull was charging me, and although when he was close I put a bullet between his eyes, he still crashed into me. I woke up in a bright white room, with my body half-torn. Several medically impossible things and disgusting followed (like by belly upon bursting out of me due to pressure of food inside of me and my inability to process it). Disturbing content, what is the implication? Putting uncle Freud's dusty hat on me: the bull is a symbol of masculinity, male power, etc. He's charging me - not letting me go, chasing me, forcing me to be manly (being more aggressive, promiscuous?). Now, I'm trying to kill it but apparently it still leaves wounds on me, wounds that no one was able to mend, and they grew deeper over time, eventually bursting through the belly button - symbol of birth, root through which we come to life - the implication potentially being chopping my humanity for good? Charming interpretation, I think worthy of Freud & Jung fan-club. Also did Sigmund and Carl hone their theories on the themselves first, before revealing this to the world ?