Case of mistaken identites

So, I go to a korean mega-church and decide to explore the offices behind the chapel. For some reason, my grandfather's belongings are there, as well as a bunch of random stuff cluttering every room. It feels so warm, because there is so much stuff.

I finally find a room that is free from vases, screens, religious phamplets, and books, just a mattress, desk, and laptop, maybe a MAC. Bits of paper were scattered about, with chemical formulas. I followed these pieces of paper until I came to the realization that it was a formulation for drugs, and it was my responsibilty to capture the perpetrator.

Cut to department store, and I'm walking past a vending machine and there is a lady inside of it, who is the dealer. We exchange some banter, and finally she puts down a little baggie of white powder. So, I go to the side of the machine so she won't see what's in my wallet, but before I make the buy, I realize that she is going to shoot me when i get back in front, so I go around the other side and a shootout ensues. My backup arrives, and her backup arrives. She flees. My backup gets injured, and is taken away, and the lady leaves, but I manage to subdue her partner, and as I'm mercilessly beating him, he tries to tell me that he is actually my partner, and I look, and it's like, wtf, you are! and then, I'm like, I let the bad guy get away! And so I go off to find the bad guy, but I forgot all about my partner just defenseless on the floor. So i think, Oh crap!
and when I go back, he is locked in a giant oven being burnt. and there is a london broil and a glass bottle of alcohol. I open the oven door to get him out, and the temperature shock causes the bottle to explode, sending glass shards into his back. Meanwhile, bad guy came back, and is trying to kill me. and one of his henchmen, an idiot, gets into the oven somehow and is also being burnt.

The badguy then told me that this guy wasn't my partner either and that he wasn't who i thought he was. I woke up, confused and slightly disturbed. It was a violent dream.