Well, it's another dream first for me.  I've had a number of dreams that have had ghosts in them, but this was the first time I was the ghost.

  Actually, this particular night/morning was full of all sorts of dreams, but this is the one that stood out the most, and, as is usually the case, I don't remember a whole lot of it.

  I was a ghost in some sort of college, though I had no actual connection to it, and I wasn't really a ghost in the traditional sense.  It was not like I had died, but more like I just happen to be this spirituous being.

  Of the bits of the dream I do remember, there was one male student (dark black hair with a slight Asian sense about him, though he was not Asian) who could see and here me, for some reason.  I forget the series of events, but we sort of teamed up, in a way, and he told me about certain ghosts that "haunted" the school (none of the ghosts were bad).

  Actually, it seemed like most of the students didn't even know about them, and the only way this guy knew about them is because he looked them up on the internet.

  Anyway, he would tell me a little about the ghost, and I would find it and help it move on (as I write this, I'm aware of how much this sounds like "The Sixth Sense").  The thing is, though, that I could not see them until I found out they existed, and I mean each individual ghost.

  Another weird thing is that these were not ghosts of people.  They were ghosts of inanimate objects.  I'm not too sure what the first ghost was.  It was female, but it was about a foot tall, floated in the air near the computer where the guy was working, and it slowly turned as it appeared to me.

  BTW, we were in a sort of lounge room in what may have been a dorm or student center.  There were chairs and sofas, but there was also a large table with a computer, as well as a few shelves of books, making it also sort of resemble a small library.  The front and back "walls" were all glass windows with double glass doors, and the sides were other rooms and stairways.

  Back to this ghost, I have no idea how I helped her move on.  It was like just the fact that I saw her moved her on.

  The guy had to leave or move to another room, or something, so I floated out of the room, through the glass wall, turned left and somehow was going back into the same room, and the guy was entering from the opposite side that he had exited.

  Also, though it has been mere seconds for me, time had changed from night to the next morning, and we were pretty much getting back to work.

  The next ghost was that of a teddy bear.  Apparently, a few years in the past, a student had decided to put a leash of sorts around a toy bear's neck and leave it tied to a post in the lounge.

  The guy told me the location of the bear, and I had to move a box and papers, but the ghost of the teddy bear and the leash were there.  I bent down and unhooked the leash from the post, picked up the teddy bear, and it was almost as if my and the bear's emotions were switched.

  This is not what dream knowledge told me, but the bear was not reacting as if it had finally been rescued, but I was suddenly overcome with this intense joy and relief, almost to tears, and I hugged the bear.

  The next ghost was very strange.  It was an object that I've never seen in real life, but it was a sort of party favor.  I had to go outside to the sidewalk in front of the building, near the road, and it was on the ground.

  It had "died" because someone had left it on the ground, unused.  As a matter of fact, that seemed to be a theme.  The ghosts were of objects that were misused, or unused, and then forgotten.

  Anyway, one end was smooth silver metal like a hollow bubble that had been flattened on two opposite sides.  This went to a plastic tube about two or three inches long, which then went to a sort of paper-covered "drum".

  How the object worked was, you put the metal part to your mouth, and sort of hummed, kind of like using a kazoo, though there was no hole in the metal, except for the one going to the tube.

  You hum and the vibrations build until finally the paper bursts and out of the "drum" flies a small amount of candy and confetti, and then would come a short burst of the sound made by those roll-up party horns.

  So, basically, I just hummed it and made the stuff come out, and that's all it needed for it to move on.  That's all of the dream that I can recall.