So to understand this story you really do need to read my first story "Bobert the Jealous Haunter", but if you couldn't be bothered reading that I'll give you a quick summary.
I have a ghost in my house; I named it Bobert because my brother's friend had a similar experience with a ghost named Robert. Bobert would annoy me all the time by opening and closing doors, knocking on walls, moving things, walking around and many other annoying things. Anyways, Bobert was doing his usual thing (annoying me) everything was normal until one night about three weeks ago.
This one day he was really bad so bad he even smashed one of my mum's crystal bowls, I was sitting on my lounge that has a clear view of the kitchen, and my mum's crystal bowl was on the counter as I was preparing for a special dinner. I sat down for only a minute then I saw a shadow go into the kitchen; I didn't think much of it just Bobert checking out what I'm doing. But then I saw the bowl sliding to the edge of the counter, falling off and smashing all over the ground. I was so angry I screamed every bad thing in my vocabulary to Bobert because I knew my mum would be angry at me as she does not believe in Bobert.
Nothing happened the next day it was like he was upset with me and didn't want to be around. That night when I was asleep I dreamt that I got out of my bed and went into my bathroom, there I saw a man standing in a corner of my bathroom with his face in the corner and his back to me. He was bald but had a bit of hair on the back of his head, from the back he looked about 30, he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and black suit pants with white pin stripes and a pair of nice leather shoes. He would not let me see his face but I knew it was Bobert, he told me he was sorry for breaking the bowl and all the bad things he has done and he then started crying. I couldn't see his tears because he still had his back to me but I could feel the overwhelming feeling of sadness, he told me he loved but it was time for him to leave and move on. He then put his hand behind his back for me to see and we entwined our pinkie fingers for a "pinkie promise". I then walked him out the front of my house but he walked in front of me so I couldn't see his face, he then got in a taxi and left and then the taxi faded as soon as it started to drive away.
The next morning I woke up and went upstairs and my house felt different, like it was empty and lonely. But it was warmer and more welcoming if that makes sense. I thought I must be going crazy but my friend came around and she asked me if I changed anything in the house because it felt different.
It has now been like 3 weeks and nothing has happened, so weird noises or anything and no weird feeling of a presence.
Do you think the dream was actually his way of saying goodbye?
Please give me some feedback on what you think.