I was trying to catch a football and somehow landed on my car and crashed in the front window. There was a little boy in the back seat that was about 8 years old. I could see myself. I was still myself. I was now a ghost. People who believed me could see and touch me. So, I went to my sister and told her I had died and there was life after death because here I was.
So, we both went home to tell my parents. We drove up a hill to get there and the car couldn't make it all the way up because it was snowing. So, we got out to walk the rest of the way. We both lost our shoe and sock on the right foot and just the shoe on the left foot. We made it home and my parents both saw me. I told them I had died. My mother touched my arm and could actually feel me. My father said he wouldn't come near me and wouldn't talk to me. I told them to go look at the car crash to prove I was dead but they couldn't because of the snow.
I said I was tired so I went to bed. The next day my mom went to the car crash and saw that I was dead but she couldn't understand how she could see me. My dad was mad at me. I knew he could understand that I was dead but I couldn't understand why he wouldn't talk to me. He was so mad he couldn't even mourn my death and stayed away from me.
Really weird, huh? What do you think it means?