Dream Hauntings

Have you ever dreamt that you were a ghost?
I did last night.
In my dream, there was a ghost of a girl named Sachiko that stood outside my living room window. At least it resembled my living room window. The only difference was outside that window was a lake or a large pond. Outside mine, is merely my backyard. And there Sachiko stood in the lake watching my family.
Suddenly.
I was Sachiko. And I was having flashbacks. I remembered how I died. It was cruel and ugly.
Sachiko was murdered. There were flashes of a bloodied axe or metal spatula. Shadows of a man. Flying body parts and a stained pink slipper. Then her body was dumped into the lake. Left forgotten.
I was murdered.
I woke up with one reoccurring thought in mind: I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. The feelings of fear was so vivid that it was real. Even though, I knew I was safe in my own bed, I couldn't help think how scary it was. I wanted to crawl into my brother's bed and feel a warm body but I was too terrified to leave the safety of my own bed. There I lay silently crying, wondering if anybody could hear me. Wishing for someone to comfort me.
At that moment, I felt as though I was a child again. Completely helpless and afraid. I wanted someone to be there. I wanted so badly to cling onto someone and tell them how terrified I was. I needed someone to stroke my head and whisper words of reassurance. Someone. Anyone. It didn't matter who.
Then I realised, Sachiko must have felt the same.
And I cried even more.