I got in some kind of accident and died. I was a ghost. But I really didn't feel like I was dead at all. I hung out with my mom. At first I was just there because I was disgruntled by what had happened, but when I realized I was dead I wanted to move on, but my mom told me to stay at least until my funeral was over. I didn't want to go to my own funeral though because that was really depressing to me. But I stayed because my mom wanted me to. We just spent time together. We went to a restaurant and I phased through the door without thinking, but it was way more difficult than normal even without consciously trying. (Being able to go through objects is a normal ability I have in my dreams)

In the restaurant the greeter could see me and I was surprised but she said she could see ghosts. She was very nice because she'd had dead relatives hang around her before as well. Anyways I started being confused over whether or not I was really dead again. I couldn't really fly, and now that I was aware I couldn't phase through things easily either. All my abilities took 10x the effort to barely use. I always figured when I died I would finally be free of my body and be able to use the powers I did in my dreams, but I realized that I had romanticized being a ghost. In reality I was still bound by all the limitations and laws of reality that living people were, now I just had no way of interacting with the world because my body was gone. It was awful. I realized we really weren't meant to stick around after we were dead.

Anyways I was still in denial that I was a ghost so my mom took me to this shaman in a Native American village who had a device that flashed red when spirits were near. He could also sense spirits himself. We went to him and as soon as I stepped through the door the device went off and he gently told me that I was a ghost. I was upset and didn't know what to do with myself. I had forgotten about moving on. The rest of the dream I spent wandering around aimlessly trying to find my place in the world, but I had none here now that I was dead. It was all so pointless and I was just stuck.

Moral of the story, being a ghost sucks. @.@ I always romanticized it and told myself I wouldn't mind sticking around a few years after I died just to experience it, but now I'm good with just moving on!
Hush92 Hush92
22-25, F
Aug 17, 2014