Ghost

I had a dream last night that I was in university, but my university was far, far different than it is now. There were two very large main buildings, and a huge beach and body of water in between them, with a few shacks and oddities on the way, as well as cliffs surrounding.

I was with a couple of friends and we were walking to classes. One of them had a class in one of the old shacks along the way, so I dropped her off and kept going. I got to my class and realised I wasn't feeling very well, so I went to leave and I was sick, spitting up blood and other loveliness. I went back into the classroom and noticed no one was paying much attention to me, except the teacher, who told the students that there WAS someone sitting in my seat and that it was me and I had died. I suddenly started to panic and looked out the classroom to see my boyfriend walking to another class. I ran out and followed him, hoping he would be able to see me as well. He was walking down the beach and to the other building. I followed him into the second building and called after him, but he couldn't hear me. I suddenly grew very sad because I knew he wouldn't be able to see or hear me, and I knew that even if he could, nothing would be done about it because he wouldn't be able to touch me or hug me. I stood on the staircase for a moment, letting people walk through me, when suddenly one of my waking university friends, Felipe, was there.

"Hey Katie, how are you?" he asked.
"Awful, I'm dead," I replied.
"Ahhh, no big deal. Let me buy you lunch," he said.
"I don't need lunch. I'm dead."
"Well, at least let me buy you some vanilla pudding. EVERYONE needs vanilla pudding." Which was strangely characteristic of him to say regardless.

So, Felipe and I went down to the cafeteria, where I thought about how I needed to find Mom and tell her. She is a prof at the university I go to in waking-life, so she was in the dream as well. I saw her across the cafeteria waving to me, but then I turned to look at her and walked toward her, and she frowned. She could tell something was up. To demonstrate this, I walked right through a table and she paled.
"Oh no," she said, "you're dead."
I showed her that there were some items I could interact with, for some reason. I could touch the couch and a nearby table but I couldn't touch people or the other table that I had walked through. It was strange. Mom was, as you can imagine, very upset and talking about it out loud. A few people figured out what was going on and started singing "Happy Death-day to you" (to the obvious tune of happy birthday), then woke up, very thankful that it was only a dream.

On an interesting note, in another dream in which I died, my mother was able to see me then, too. I don't have these dreams very often but they're very vivid when I do, and in both of them Mom was able to see me.