I was in a dormitory room at college, unpacking and wondering a little why I was there. Something attracted my attention, and I looked out two sets of glassless windows like those found in some neo-Gothic buildings. An angel or Cupid or similar figure was swinging back and forth flush to the opposite wall on a long, black, flat pieces of metal. Despite its benevolent aspect, I felt something was wrong. I sensed the figure and the motion increasing in malevolence, then I saw it aim an arrow at me discreetly, a physical impossibility given its plane and angle. I woke up as it released the string with a strong sense that I should be dead but also that I should have been able to duck the arrow. I was still frightened by the sense of evil.