Ghosts

I was trying to fall asleep at my beach house, but I was struggling. I couldn’t sleep. My mom was sound asleep on the bed next to me. I was surprised we were sleeping in the same room, usually I share it with my sister. All of a sudden, I noticed a small figure out of the corner of my eye. I sat up, seeing a woman in the dark. She was small, like she was elderly and shrunk, but she had a young face. She was wearing rags, like a peasant or something. She told me that she was my grandma on my mom’s side (who, for context, died before I was born). However, in the dream, it was like she actually hadn’t died yet. She told me that she had recently passed and was a ghost. I kept saying “no, no, no,” over and over again, because my mom had been through enough grief and I didn’t want to have to tell her that her mom had died. The ghost woman seemed oddly happy, and she sat right next to me. It was a little creepy. I was surprised my mom didn’t hear us and wake up. I don’t remember what else she told me, but, the next morning, we were back in our first home. My family was downstairs having breakfast, and I knew my grandma’s corpse was upstairs. I didn’t know how to tell mom. I waited as I heard my mom go upstairs and find the corpse. She didn’t seem overly sad that her mom was dead, but she was down. I wanted to try to tell her that Grandma’s ghost had visited me, but I couldn’t get the words out. It was like I was forbidden to tell her by some paranormal force. I was moving my mouth and trying so hard to explain, but nothing would come up but odd sounds and vowels. She thought I was crazy, and I only upset her further. I was then off on my own at night. I was in some kind of parking garage. On a building next door, a girl was waving to me. I think it was MJ from Spider-Man. Next thing you know, I’m Spider-Man, and I’m using my webs to get to her. I think it was too far and late for me to get home, so I decided to sleep at my boss’s house before work the next morning (because I had a very early shift). When I woke up to the sound of people stirring, I got nervous. I was hoping to wake up and leave before anyone in the house woke up. I snuck to the bathroom to get ready, but my phone alarm went off while I was in the bathroom. I panicked. They would know I was there. But then I woke up because my alarm was going off in real life. I went back to sleep, and I was then in the car with my dad. We were pulling up to a friend’s house after school. I had the key to get in. I guess I was staying there. But a huge protest against eating meat was going on right in front of the house. I felt awkward because while I tend to tell people I am pescatarian (and I am, for the most part), sometimes I eat meat. I knew some of the protestors (just as MK), and they wanted me to join in. I didn’t know what to do because I felt like a fake.