I go to a doctor because I have slight pains in my belly. He operates on me at once because it's something really serious but he can't help me and I die. I don't blame anyone, it was a bad sort of cancer, and nobody could have detected it before. But now I'm dead. At the same time I'm standing beside my dead body, wondering what the hell I'm doing there.
Then I notice that nobody can see me. Everybody's fussing about my dead body. Finally I realize that I'm a ghost. My body's dead and I'm a ghost. Strange, because I don't believe in these things. I always thought that death ends life and when you die you're gone. I ponder what my purpose as ghost is. Usually there's a certain task you have to do before you can leave the world... where... heaven? But there wasn't anything wrong with my death, so I just wonder what I'm doing there. What's my purpose? Why do I still exist?
I'm starting to play around with my state of being. I notice that I can move things and open doors. But everything I touch only moves temporarly and then moves back to its original place. What I do is not permanent. I notice that nothing I do makes noise, but somehow my noise can be heard. I'm thinking about using my mobile to call my boyfriend. He doesn't know yet that I'm dead, and I can press the numbers. But how explain that I'm dead and that I'm a ghost? I'm thinking about similar situations. Maybe it's like in the movie "Ghost"? He hates that movie, I think. He's religious but I don't think he'd believe me being a ghost. I'm quite helpless. I don't know what to do.
I start to wander around. Finally I meet another ghost. She's longing to leave the world. She doesn't want to stay. I don't understand her, I cling to this world, I want to stay there, watch everything, be close to the people I love. Comfort my crying mother, hold my boyfriend, tell them that I'm - well, dead but well? I ask her why there aren't more ghosts around. She says that everybody who dies becomes a ghost, but nobody wants to stay, they all want to leave the world, that's why there are hardly any ghosts around, they all go away, like herself. And then she goes away to another place, I don't know where. Heaven?
Then I'm alone again, wandering around. I meet two people who are alive but can see me. Cats notice me, too, by the way. We are driving along a sunny coast and I'm distracting a guard while they steal something. It's nice and fun for a while, but suddenly I feel terribly lonely. I start to understand that other ghost who wants to leave. I don't know what to do. It hurts me to see the people alive and moving around, and me not being able to touch them, to talk to them normally. Oh yes, I could talk to them, but would they believe a voice without body? I don't have to say something anyway. I am helpless. I want to go away, turn away from the world because I don't see a purpose anymore. I can see my boyfriend, my friends, my parents, but it wouldn't help trying to get in touch with them because I'm dead and they have to live with that. Nobody would believe their senses if a ghost talked to them.
Finally I turn away and leave the world ... and wake up.
