This story isn't directly relating to ghosts, but its a dream I had.

The best friend I ever had was a girl who I met through riding; we got really close really fast and were always out riding or staying at each other's houses. We were best friends for a few years but for some reason school started back one year and we were both really busy and didn't ride or see each other as much, but we still talked.

She was in a car accident a few years ago and when she died, I had a lot of trouble accepting it. I didn't want to go to her funeral (but I did), and I never cried about it, just got really really distant and wouldn't talk about it. I think I really blamed myself for us not being as close as we'd once been. For a couple of months after her death, I had a recurring dream, but it was more like a replay of our last memory together. We had both ended up at the barn one day to clean out stalls and were just goofing off in the shavings pile and throwing shavings at each other (we were covered in them but it was so much fun!) and just talking about all the misadventures we'd had and somehow lived through, and the lame neon orange hunting vests my dad made us wear during deer hunting seasons.

I'd wake up and just cry for the longest time, and I think those dreams really helped me cope and I eventually got to where I'd smile instead of cry when I thought about her, and the dreams stopped.

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