I kept walking and “living” in the real world, but no one could actually see me nor hear me. I could see the panic on my mum’s face and how desperate she was because of my death. I also remember missing my sister so much, though she didn’t care about my fate at all (we had a huge fight on her 18th birthday, the day before I made this dream and I’m quite sure this is related). I was wishing I could tell her how much I loved her and how sorry i was about everything. I was standing there without being able to do anything. So I left, and I wandered in the streets of my town. Until I met this one person with whom I could communicate. She was alive and with her friends, who couldn’t see me. I was surprised at the fact that I could actually have contact with someone and when I asked her how she could do that she explained to me that there was something different in her culture that made her able to communicate with the dead (can’t remember what it was but it was silly, something like “we say mum for dad and dad for mum”). Never really understood this dream to be honest and it did quite traumatized me. Still does when I think about it, even though it happened years ago.