Living Horror Movie

Last night was a strange one. I was in a horror movie. Well, part of the time I was in it, part of the time it was like I was watching it. I can't remember the details, sadly, but someone had killed a bunch of people and hid the bodies in this old house. Myself and some other people were there for another reason but ended up finding the bodies. Then the killer showed up (after he spoke, I remember observing that he was played by Henry Rollins of all random things).

The "scene" changed and I was lying in bed seeing the killer out my window. He was on the next hill over from the house sort of yelling to the heavens about what he was going to do to the people there, and then he looked over and I knew he'd seen me. It was odd, though, because I was scared and at the same time reassuring myself that it was just a movie, so I'd be fine. I wish I could remember more specifics about the first part - very weird.