Not very sweet dreams

I don't think dreams are necessarily meant for sharing or usually interesting to anyone but oneself but last night really freaked me out, and it was quite peculiar. I was in the US, on a campus, and I was either queuing in the student store or behind the register, I can't remember (although behind the register would be quite odd - do you know how hard it is to work as an exchange student?? pretty much impossible).
Anyway, suddenly this guy steps up and tells me he's going to slit my throat - and then he does. I remember vaguely the feeling of the blood flowing and being very scared and things getting very dark, and then suddenly I was recuperating or something. So yes, I did survive! Then I was in some kind of longterm recovery place and watching the news and apparently there was a backstory: it was some kind of organized movement and happening all over the US, and something like 20,000 people were stabbed in the throat. I can't remember the purpose of this movement though, but it was definitely organized crime somehow. Really, really weird - the brain and the subconscious are really fascinating and scary in equal amounts.

It's funny though, when we were small my dad would actually threaten me and my sister with slitting our throats (although he denies it today if we mention it), but that sounds a lot worse than it was, I don't remember being scared of my dad at all. In fact, he was the good, non-scary cop so his attempts at creating order out of chaos were mostly ignored or at least we laughed at him quite a lot. So I don't think it stems from that...

I'm not sure this post flows very well or has anything resembling a point, but I'm going to hit publish anyway!