Weirdest Dream

Okay... I had the weirdest dream last night.  If anyone can help me decypher what it means I'd be ever so grateful...

We didn't live in our current area, but in a city that I had never seen before.  One night, a freak storm passed through the city, doing a large amount of damage.  Fortunately and unfortunately, the only casualties were a family of four who had perished when their home caught fire from a rogue lightning strike.  Lost were a father, mother and their children: pre-teen son and an elementary age daughter.  We knew the family well as they went to our church and were friends of ours.

That gray morning, as we stood around their still-smoldering home with a gaping hole where the fire had begun, we comforted each other, saying the usual, "They're in a better place." 

From where I stood, I could see into the home to the living room -- suddenly a small movement caught my eye.  The rain was still spitting and sure that was all I strained my eyes to prove that was all it was.

As I looked, in the charred out remains of the couch, the outline of a man's head began to appear -- then his shoulders -- I nudged my friend standing near me and, speechless, pointed towards the house.  She looked and when I heard her gasp I knew she indeed saw what I was seeing.  Jeff, the man who lived there and who's body was now in the county morgue, was appearing before us.  We stared in unbelief as he solidified into a figure as real as anyone and not only that, but his wife and children were appearing next to him. 

The ghosts froze us and our entire small group in our place as we feared that any small movement would cause them to vanish.  Even our breath ceased during this moment as the unreality crept slowly into our reality.

When they fully appeared, we waited an instant and then all ran into the house, damaged as it was.