Am I insane for having a dream like this?

I was arguing with the guy that I feel like I love. I was so upset with him but I didn't want to argue anymore. I wanted to leave. So I tried to be quiet and creep to the front door. But he caught me, and I heard him behind me say "Where are you going?" standing at the top of the stairs. I turned around like a caught fugitive, but as soon as I saw his angry expression I blew up again. I stomped up the stairs and yelled in his face and was about to push him but he grabbed me up and wouldn't put me down. I was outraged. At that point I was trying to fight with him physically but he just ignored my pulling and scratching. He held me really close, still fuming, and wouldn't let me down. He carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. I was cursing at him and still fighting. He got on top of me and started kissing me along my jaw, my neck, over my mouth to muffle my voice. I was still fighting him. He's of course stronger than me so he restrained my arms. All of the sudden we were making love. I didn't even feel it going in that direction because I was so consumed with trying to pull him away. He even bit me on my chin once while I was pulling his hair to get me to stop fighting. I screamed in pain. It was so wild, I don't even know where this came from. Eventually my screams turned from outrage to passion and he was making love to me hard and violently. Like he was still very angry. He whispered I love you against my face a couple times. I was still so mad I couldn't form any words out. He had all of his weight on me, holding me down, and all of his passion unleashed. That had never happened before. I didn't realize that he was hurting me until after he stopped, after what felt like a lifetime, and I was sore. I didn't care at all though. I didn't know what to say or think. It had been the most annoying thing ever but at the same time the most beautiful and amazing. Then he leaned over and told me "I'm sorry. Tell me how badly I hurt you." I was just starring at the ceiling trying to breathe and I lied and told him he didn't hurt me at all. He leaned right over my face then and said "Debbie, Please. Tell me. Did I hurt you? Are you sore?" That's when I could really feel the soreness. Throbbing. In my inner thighs and in my you-know-what. But I didn't care. I never told him that it hurt. I'd never seen that side of him before. That much passion from him. I was amazed. I still don't know what to make of it. All of this occurred in a dream that I had last night.

I had this dream about a guy that I don't even really know. I've really liked him for almost a year now but I've been too shy to tell him. I've had many dreams about him and feel like I actually love him. Am I insane?