I dreamt I died last night. I joined a gang of ghosts, invisible to the living, roaming around the real world. I watched over my living friends (in a friendly poltergeist way). Flipped a chair, hovered above them as they went about their days. They were so sad missing me, but B finally got the idea that I was still with him. He smiled and laughed.

I woke up twice during the course of the whole dream. Once laughing, then crying.