Dreams.

I dreamt that I was dead and peacefully decaying in a grave. In life, I was a mega-super cool Necromancer. How I died is unclear. But some amateur Necromancer decided to resurrect me. And he did a good job. He managed not only to raise me from the dead but also to restore my semi-decayed body. And when I appeared before him, he got scared and ran away. I didn't chase him because I was still coming to my senses, and the last memories were starting to surface. In them, I was in a basement with corpses, cutting up some woman, but a little girl, about six years old, decided to say goodbye to her mother and caught me in the act. I had to kill her. I don't remember anything else. It was all too vague and confusing, in terms of the plot.