Sweet Dreams and Beautiful Nightmares

I'm a different kind of kid, I know that. My dreams are weirder than most peoples because they always lead me down some kind of crazy path, or make me see things in a completely different light. Some people try to explain that I see too much in my dreams but I know my dreams are my subconscious, in a sense, me answering my own questions. I lack guidance in many areas, I often feel like I'm stumbling through someone else's life without a road map for where I'm going. I find sometimes that I'm not sure what I want or what I'm feeling until I dream about it. lately though my dreams seem to be focusing on something. I'm not sure what yet but its got me restless at night. I'm not sleeping well because my mind is in a constant race. I'm thinking and functioning all night although technically I'm asleep. For sometime now by day I'm a student and by night I'm Batman. Not the regular Batman though more like a cross between Batman and the Dark Angel I'm constantly killing people for their sins and more recently the sinners are past friends. Killing people I know, in extremely graphic ways I might add, is disturbing and scary. But the feelings I feel when I'm Batman killing people are the most disturbing part of this whole ordeal.
Killing won't ever feel right dream or not but the deaths in my dream seem more like a job, a necessary evil to improve the standard of living. The fear I'm instilling in this dream society gives me purpose. I'm in control of their morals and principles. the dream always starts and ends with a chase and there is only one kill a night. In the beginning I'm observing someone in sin. Last night it was an executive who was intent on raising the prices of oil at his company so he could by a boat before spring. While on the phone he caught a glimpse of me and disappeared from his office escaping into the main portion of the building. I chased him through the building and right out the front door. Of course the building was in the middle of a huge destitute city where the rain never seems to stop. I chased him into a neighboring parking garage. He struggled at his car door with the key and I caught up to him before he could get inside. My hands on each of his shoulders I was now looking into the eyes of my friend Taylor. His eyes were searching my for pity or mercy or even forgiveness hoping that I might remember the relationship we once had and I did remember, but it changed nothing. I wrapped a wire around his neck and swung him in between the buildings on my way to the docks. We arrived at the largest boat in the marina. He was gasping for air but I had a job to do no time to waste. I held him over the edge of the boat and pressed his face into the running motor and let the bay turn red around the boat. I looked up to the sky and rose from my deed. As I turned back to the city we met eyes. It was her again. To date she's witnessed every kill, tall black boots a full length dark green (I'd often mistaken it for black) leather coat and shoulder length red hair that was always getting longer and always hiding just enough of her face to keep me curious. I gave chase again just as always through the city she always leads me on a different path to the same place. She reaches the warehouse way before I do. As she reaches the edge of the skylight, she turns and I can feel her eyes piercing me with judgment even though I can't see them. But I'm within reach now almost close enough to get a look at her face. Every time I go to grab her hand she falls backward, crashing through the glass cascading into the darkness and I jump after her but my motion falling through the dark wakes me up.
What should I be reading out of this dream what's the message its pretty much the same story every night but there's no violent awakening, no gasping, or cold sweats just an unsettling reoccurring dream.