SIDE NOTE: Stupid @#)*%!ing letter.
I dreamt I was back at college, but now in a significantly larger facility (which, for some reason, had an orange paint job in most of the sections by the main entrance, and, for some other, equally inexplicable reason, was located in Texas).
That wasn't the scary part. :b
The scary part was when I went to my first class...I accidentally went into the classroom next to the one I was supposed to go to, which apparently a lot of rumors had been spread about. You know, hauntings, psychotic teacher, that kind of thing. Turns out the rumors had justification; the instructor in that classroom had somehow turned himself invisible, and was completely obsessed with teaching someone about how he'd done it. I mean, to the point of putting me at knife-point for trying to leave. A knee to the estimated location of his gut (think I hit a little low) gave me enough time to get out...apparently this guy's just as obsessed about staying in his classroom (in case someone else comes in for a lesson?) as he is about keeping other people in there...
Or so I'd been led to believe. A little while later, while I was contacting a faculty member, who turned out (for some reason) to be my high school choir director, about this nutjob, his classroom door bursts open, a knife comes flying through the air with unseen footsteps below it, and WHAM, the sunuvabitch stabs her!
...That's the end of the scary part. After that I wound up going somewhat lucid to the dream, grabbed where I figured his shirt collar to be, and threw him over the ledge.
Oh, did I mention this facility was built like a tower, with everything around the outer edge, and that we were on the 37th floor? Yeah, buh-bye Mr. Invisible Nutjob Guy.
So yeah, in conclusion, my nightmares can apparently be triggered by really stupid things.