answer:When I was younger, I used to have nightmares about being possessed. All the time, and those were generally the only kind I had, aside from the occasional killer chasing me down in the dark where I ran and ran for my life. Now… The only kind of nightmares I have are about my best friend coming back from the dead – walking, talking, hanging out with me – only for him to die all over again, typically when we’re in the middle of walking together with his arm around my shoulder. Then it’s generally just me and his body (or me and his casket) lying on a tall hill, with a single giant tree, while it’s dark and it pours.