In this dream, I wasn't myself. I was a woman with a terminal illness and tons of riches. (Irl I'm just a broke chick) in the dream I was apparently very in love with some dude. So we had gotten married because I wanted him to be financially well off when I passed. But somehow an accident occurred and he passed away first and became a ghost. Any time I'd have a panic attack in the dream he would show up and I'd beg him to stay. He would for a few hours but then he'd disappear somewhere. I was the only person who could see him. I could feel him.

It felt so real. The dream felt like weeks. I feel so much love for the man in my dream but I don't know who he is lol. It feels like the grief of him passing in my dream is affecting me when I wake now too. It was such a tragically beautiful dream. I just want to go right back into it.