I was at the beach. From my point of view, I was facing the water and about 20 feet from it. It wasn't like a wide, open beach. There were trees on both sides of me about 50 feet in both directions blocking my view of anything but the sky. There was a very large rock half burried in the sand about the size of a van directly in front of me. Past the rock was the water, but it was more like a pool of water because about 10 feet past that was another much larger rock about 20 feet high. The 20-foot part was on the right, though, and only blocked half of my view. The rest of it stuck out of the water 10 feet and seperated the water there from the rest of the ocean, creating this little swimming hole. There was a rope hanging from the top of the rock.
Well, like I said, I don't remember how it started. The first thing I remember was being slightly above the pool of water and trying to float to the top with great difficulty. I noticed the rope but didn't make use of it. I was a ghost because I had died. I don't remember experiencing anything before this, but I do remember having memories of the stuff that happened in the dream before this point. By this time I had already been in this location before. I believe I was alive when the dream started and that my younger brother, Matthew, and I were swimming around here and rock climbing and somehow both of us died and were now ghosts. I remember having already flown past the giant rock, then turned left and back around to the beach a ways behind where I first described it. I had memories of flying to a man further back on the beach and speaking with him for a while about dying and being a ghost. He might have even given me advice. Then I headed back for the pool and tried to float up above the rock again, which is the first part of the dream I actually remember experiencing. It feels like this was already more than halfway into the dream and that I only remember experiencing the ending.
So I eventually floated above the rock and flew past it again, then turned left and around back to the beach. I couldn't just stop and turn around and fly back. I had to turn and fly around in a big arc, like 100 feet in radius, and I always turned to the left to do this. There was a girl near the van-sized rock that I had already spoken to, I believe, before or after the man. Matthew and I had spoken to her about dying and becoming ghosts as well, though she didn't have as much to tell us as the older man. Matthew was still down there talking to her. I don't remember what else he did in the dream before this. I just know that he was with me.
I continued my large arc and came back to the pool, I think, and tried to float above the rock again. I don't know whether I was practicing trying to fly from what the older man told me or not.
I remember that Matt and I had to go, though. It was like we had to go and end our conversation with the girl and maybe go somewhere else. I get a "well, it's getting late, we must be going" type of impression from what I remember feeling. For some reason, the song "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" from "The Wizard Of Oz" started playing as if it was a movie. It played from then until the dream was over. It wasn't the same voice as in the movie. It was a different female singer. It had a kinda sad, nostalgic sound to it. I can't remember the last time I heard that song, so it's not something I recently heard. It's still stuck in my head now as I write this.
I flew past the rock again while this song played, and flew up 50 feet into the air, turned left, and flew around in my 100-foot radius arc to circle around and get Matt so we could go. I don't think I saw the man anymore when my arc was approaching the area where he was. As I circled around so I could see the pool of water far ahead of and below me, I could only see the girl. Matt wasn't there. I noticed a dull, blue ribbon being carried by the wind in front of me and it was carried past me as I continued my arc to get back to the pool. It wasn't like a prize blue ribbon. Just a single, normal ribbon you would tie around a present. 1/4 inch wide and about a foot long. I remember Matthew having this ribbon. There was a good chance that it was the only thing left of him, meaning he had vanished. The ribbon flying in the wind went perfectly with the song being played. I still thought he could be around and I looked down at the girl and gave her a confused look like "huh? What's going on?" I didn't know what they had talked about after I left them. She just gave me a calm, knowing smile like she knew I was wondering where he was but that what happened was for the best, even if I didn't like it. I didn't want to think that he had moved on to the next world or whatever. I thought that maybe he was doing the right thing by moving on, but I didn't want him to. I wanted us to both stay in this world and I felt helpless as the ribbon, the only thing left of him, was carried away by the wind while the song continued to play. Then I woke up.
This dream left me with a weird nostalgic and sad feeling like I would never see my brother again. We're not that close in that we hang out with eachother really. We never hang out by ourselves. It's always with other members of our family. But in this dream, I felt closer to him because it was just me and him here. It was like we were for once spending time with just eachother.