I don't know if this is much of a ghost story but here it goes. I grew up in Dominican Republic and lived in the same neighborhood for a long time. I have experienced a few things but nothing has scared me like the story I am about to tell you.
I have a very close friend. I have known him since I was 11 and he was 10. He is closer to me than my own brother. We were together most of the time. He had ghostly experiences at his house and so did I. One night when I was 13 he asked me to sleep at his house since he did not want to be home alone, so I agreed, nothing unusual happened that night, so we both fell asleep comfortably until I had a dream.
I dreamt that we were already a little older maybe 20 (I am 26 now). We were walking through the neighborhood like always, down certain street that we must walk to get from the main avenue to our houses. Suddenly we saw a body lying on the ground, facing down; the body was wearing a blue denim jacket. We decided to approach the body and see if the person was okay but somehow we knew that he was already dead, even though there was no blood on his body.
As we approached the body I knelt down to have a better look and my friend told me to flip him over just to check if he was okay but when I flipped him over (this is scary part)... It was me. I had a dead ME in my arms if it makes any sense.
To better explain this dead guy was me but I was picking myself up. That's when I woke up. I fell asleep again until the next morning and the funny thing is that my friend tells me that he had a weird dream and explains everything to me before I could tell him about my dream. It turned out that we both had the same dream about me. We both have moved since and sometimes I have been back to that street, but it still scared to walk at nigh time trough there.
Any feedback please.