The dream starts off with me and my mom in the middle of a street having an argument. During the argument I pulled up one of my sleeves and showed her the cuts I had from self-harm, which made her even angrier. She moved out of the street because a car was coming, but I didn't. I don't know if it was because I couldn't or if it was because I refused to but the car hit me and I died. I then became a ghost. Back at the apartment where I live, my whole family was seated around a table talking about my death. They were all a bit sad, but soon got over it. The only person who could see me was my five year old nephew and he at first ignored me. It made me feel really scared and alone. I was there but no one could hear me or see me and they all looked fine without me, which hurt. I then went back to my room and me and my little nephew talked. I told him how I felt and then I woke up. What does it mean?