The scariest dream I ever had (and sorta the funniest) was when I was a fledgling restaurant manager. Here goes:
I am standing in the restaurant, alone, getting ready to open up. I look outside and the street is empty (this is in a mountain town, very calm, pretty, etc.). As I go back to what I am doing, I start to hear a rumble, soft at first, but getting louder. I look outside again, except this time, there is a crowd of people, all the way down the street, and from one side to the other. They look angry, and are chanting "Spa-ghett-i, spa-ghett-i" over and over and over, and they are heading my way!
I look around, and see nothing but breakfast foods.....no spaghetti. I start to panic and tear the kitchen apart, looking for the pasta, but come up with nothing but breakfast foods. The mob is getting to the parking lot now.
I wake up screaming just as the windows are breaking.
I don't know where the spaghetti idea got into my head. We didn't serve it at the restaurant, and I hadn't even thought of/ate any pasta in months.