Forget the ghost thing. Take me back to 1968, I dreamed Claudine Longet sang me to sleep. Well actually her recordings did most nights in tech school at Chanute. "Will you still love me when I'm 64?"
WHAT? NOW I AM 64!
Outside of that I dream of primers. small, large, rifle, pistol. All shipped to my doorstep for <3 cents each. Some plated .45 bullets would round out the night.