Am I a Hero?

Last "night", I fell asleep at 5 a.m. This is the latest that my insomnia has kept me up. It was wretched. I tried to clear my mind before I went to sleep, but it was a real struggle. I usually don't remember my dreams, either, but last night's was a doozy. If you watch Heroes, it will make a lot more sense, but if you don't, just know that Peter Petrelli is my favorite character on the show.
So I was running down a New York sidewalk towards essentially ground zero of some horrific event that I had just witnessed (big explosion, shooting, something.). I was grabbed out of nowhere by Peter Petrelli. He took me in his arms and spun me around in a very cheesy romantic comedy sort of way. Like, feet not touching the ground. And I have never felt happier in my entire life than at that moment. Safe. Protected. Loved. The funny thing is the the actor who plays Peter (Milo Ventimiglia) is fairly short and slight, but it was obviously no effort for him to spin me around. After he put me back down, he kissed me. A perfectly chaste peck on the lips, but it was chock full of meaning and feelings. And we both realized that this was the end for us. I can't ever remember feeling so indescribably sad (in a dream or life) before. It was like we knew we were on different paths and would never really meet again. Someone walked up to me then and was talking about how in a year, I would return with some sort of 'Chosen One' child named Arianna and that they would be ready for her this time. I walked a few steps away with Peter to his girlfriend (a girl I went to high school with), who I hugged tightly, along with him. She was obviously a close friend of mine. She whispered in my ear "You can't have him, he's mine". She meant it as a joke, but with my arm that was wrapped around her, I reached to lay a hand on his chest. He squeezed it and gently removed it before untangling all three of us from the hug.
JP rolled over and started snoring at that point. I consciously knew I was waking up, but I struggled to stay in the dream, to have one more moment with him. I awoke panting, my pulse racing, and my left hand over my heart. It HURT. Now, 5 hours later, I'm tearing up just remembering how I felt.
What do we think? Loss of innocence? Do I want someone else's man? Am I secretly a Hero as well? Or have I just been thinking too much about Heroes lately?