I became a ghost

Date: 12/19/2017

In my dream there was a demon. Its body was human shaped and had pure white flesh and red horns and carried a sickle. It moved around hunched over like a monkey. It killed me with the sickle and I became a ghost. Only my family could see me and they didn’t seem to care that I died. Since I was a ghost with them, my death didn’t matter, I guess? I floated along with them as they went to Boise Towne Square. We passed by the Dairy Queen where inside I could see all my friends sitting together. I desperately tried to speak to them but they didn’t respond to my voice. My family went to Old Chicago to eat. There I noticed an old lady sitting in a booth nearby, obviously staring right at me. I don’t know who she is in real life, but her smile was friendly. I floated over and sat next to her at the booth. She talked to me but I couldn’t hear her voice at all and other people in the restaurant were giving her funny looks. I think she was giving me advice or something. Then I woke up.