In my dream last night

I was dead, a ghost, and my mom was alive but still had dementia. She could see me. At one point I came into a room and my two worst cousins were taking boxes of my stuff. I was screaming but they couldn't hear me. I didn't understand I was dead. I went to my mom and told her to tell them to bring it back. She said she'd try but there was no point. And I thought I saw one cousin bringing back my bike but it was my mom's bike I gave away after she passed. And he didn't bring it back, he went riding the other way.

I was crying and nobody heard me when I realized I was dead. I was just a ghost and my stuff wasn't mine anymore. It did not feel good.

Woke up crying and nauseous.

I really wish nightmare meds worked for me.