Dreaming Away

So I had this insane dream last night.
Grant had been on a mission for a few months, serving in South Africa (which just so happened to be located in Madagascar). My dad's side of the family and I went to visit him in a big RV, and I had this short brown-black hair. Once we got there, I had barely seen him for more than five minutes when a tropical storm/hurricane thing came and picked up the RV and it landed on me and I died.
I came back as a ghost. And I remember really having the urge to drive a car and open the refrigerator. All I was able to do was pick up the letters I sent him and throw them into the air. And Grant was the only one that could hear me. He couldn't see me, just hear me.
It was freaky.
First of all, I thought you weren't supposed to actually die in a dream.
Second of all... ... it was all just freaky. Weird.