I had a very vivid dream in which I was going about my life with business as usual and then suddenly someone I recognize (but don\’t know personally) shot me three times. Twice in the chest and once in the stomach. I became. Ghost soon after. I had quickly accepted the fact that I was dead, after all I didn\’t assume there was anything more to be done. But the painful part was watching over my mother in that state. I poured everything I had into trying to comfort her and let her know that I was okay and that I would still be taking care of her even from beyond. Whenever she\’d get sad I\’d use everything I had to let her know that I was still there with her and that she shouldn\’t feel bad for me. However aside from comforting her I also haunted the person that killed me (he has absolutely nothing to do with me, I know of the guy but have never even interacted with him nor has my family) I haunted him, scolding him for causing that much pain to my mom, yelling at him even as he prayed for forgiveness even though he couldn\’t see or hear me. I\’d yell and knock things over and I\’d make it clear that I wouldn\’t forgive him by any means. Not because he killed me but because he made my mom cry. I was okay with being dead, but I just couldn\’t bear to leave my mom in such a sorry state. I had gotten so mad at him that I practically became a poltergeist torturing him and telling him that he needed to apologize to my mother, and when I was satisfied I\’d go back to my mom to make sure that she was alright and that everything was going to be okay.