I can see it now:
You fight waves upon waves of the living dead. They press all around you, but with determination and zeal, you slowly fight back the rotting horde. Then, a single brass-like note pierces the air, filling you with a nameless dread. A massive set of antlers rises above the crowd. The accompanying snapping and flesh-rending noises punctuate it’s violent approach. You flee recklessly though the decaying masses, heedless of the resulting bites and blows, adrenaline shoving you forward in it’s grip. You see the shadow of the antlers fall upon you, you can feel the warm, moist breath on the nape of your neck…
A terrifying nightmare has woken you.