Ghosts

I just woke up from a dream in which both my parents were ghosts. I inadvertently discovered it when my dad popped up in a room out of nowhere and frightened me. He then flew to reach something above my head and I started freaking out and asking if he was a ghost. He denied it for a little while and then my mom came around, and somehow I discovered that they were both ghosts. It turns out that they both died about ten years ago when they were shot and killed on a family trip to Long Beach, CA to visit my aunt. I started sobbing uncontrollably because my parents were dead, but mostly because they stuck around for ten years to take care of my brother and me instead of going on to heaven. I woke up sad.