So, I had a really bizarre dream last night. Basically, I was at a party, I think it was something involving my mother, and I don't remember very well what happened, but suddenly I fell off the balcony and died, from that moment on I started seeing everything in the third person, my mother screaming and crying and my sister in despair. The dream cuts and suddenly I'm on a busy street that isn't in my city, I don't know what it is, and I see that I've turned into a ghost. I looked ahead and my father was on that street kind of busy talking to my sister on the phone about me until a man comes up and says "your son is already dead, why talk about it?" And my father suddenly loses his shine completely, it's not like he doesn't know, it's like he doesn't accept it at all. He arrives at a store with my youngest sister (5 years old), and well, she seems to be the only one who could feel my presence, because I played with her in front of the store and my father sat on the counter and just started looking down depressed. I was going to help him, but suddenly I was in a strange house and my mother was there crying, and this time there was nothing I could do.

Does anyone know if this has a meaning or something? Im kinda scared ik