Last night I had the strangest dream...

Obviously the Fat Tuesday pub crawl was fresh in my mind, because a group of us were going from bar to bar.  At each place, two guys would come in, one with a knife, and poke or cut one of us in the back of the neck.  We'd try to tell the guy to take it easy, what's the problem, we can work out whatever the problem was, but no, he'd kill the person as soon as we tried talking to him.  

This happened at three or four different places, then our group started making quick exits from places as soon as we saw these two appear.  They did not target any other groups, just ours.  It was like we couldn't get away from them, and we couldn't avoid them killing one of us.

There was a whole other part to the dream where these two guys were in one of our houses, but I barely remember that part except for that someone's dad was killed.

WTF?  I didn't like it.  I know dreams are supposedly our minds working through things, but ... huh?  This was just too weird, gruesome and scary.