Dreamt I was ill and knew I was going to die, died, then became a ghost
Hi, I tend to have pretty vivid dreams most nights and wake up more often than not remembering at least one dream, and sometimes as many as 3 or 4. However, my brain has managed to outdo itself with the rather surreal nature of the one I had last night.
I cannot really remember the start of it at all, but I know the dream was longer than what I am about to describe. I am an atheist and do not believe in ghosts or any way of people talking to the dead. The only things that were as real-life, were my parents, girlfriend, dogs and a few relatives - all of which I have good relationships with.
I was in a house with my parents, girlfriend, various relatives and others I cannot remember specifically. I was ill and knew I was going to die that day, and the setting was like some sort of pre-death wake. I knew that if I survived that day, then I would somehow no longer be ill, and live as normal again. One of my uncles was telling me that they'd bought me a house for me and my pregnant (not real) girlfriend, and that I was going to live and not die that day. I was crying hysterically throughout and was very scared and upset, as was everyone else there. It got to the evening and I was starting to think I might have managed to make it, so me, my girlfriend and my parents went for a walk. All of a sudden, everyone started crying, and nobody would respond to me when I asked them what was wrong. I then turned around to see my dead body on the floor, with everyone crowded round me. It was like I was in my own world, completely alone, with no way of communicating with anybody. This was the end of this day.
My dream continued with me being in a field with trees. My parents were taking my dogs for a walk and I kept trying to talk to them but they didn't know I was there. I was somehow able to kick a plastic bottle on the floor and began "chasing" them with it, trying to get their attention. After a long time, my parents realised the bottle was following them and thought that it must be me trying to talk to them.
I then heard a voice and was told that I had been given a key. I had no idea what I was meant to do with it as everything had vanished, until a door suddenly appeared. I put the key in the lock and went through to a house where there were 2 old people laying motionless on the floor. I didn't know what to do, but there was a fire alarm in front of me, so I smashed it and set off the alarm. An ambulance came to the house and resuscitated the old people and they were okay. I then went into another room and my dad was sitting on a sofa. I tried talking to him again. He responded and told me that he'd been learning how he could communicate with me. My dream (or memory of my dream) then ended.
I didn't wake up feeling upset like I thought I would have. I'm just rather confused as to what the hell is wrong with me to be having dreams like this haha! Any thoughts would be much appreciated.
Cheers,
James.
P.s. Apologies for the absolute ESSAY :)