Nevertheless instantly after that you wake up from your nightmare covered in cold sweat, you quickly turn to the framed picture standing on your night stand. There you see the image of "fluffy" your family's beloved poodle. You have a sudden flashback of a night when you came back from a party completely drunk and ended up pissing yourself all over your dad's favourite couch.
The very next morning you framed "fluffy" for the incident, your dad went mad with rage after realizing that his treasured couch had been forever ruined. In response for this personal offense he decided that the dog had gone too far this time and needed to be sacrificed. So he took out the old shotgun and took fluffy for a walk. Later that night he tossed a shoe box that smelled horrible in your lap and told you that since it was "your dog" you should take care of his burial.
Too lazy to drive all the way back to the city, you simply decided to bury the shoe box in the nearest park next to the kids playground which unbeknownst to you had been constructed on top of an ancient Indian graveyard. Now the ghost of fluffy haunts you in your dreams, killing you in horrible and gruesome ways to make you suffer for what you did to her. However, while you die every night in your dreams, you always wake up completely unharmed.
I get bitten by a deadly poisonous snake in the middle of the jungle, I am alone, on foot and the nearest hospital is 300 miles away.