Rose and a figment of my past

"Yes October. I am Rose. I am the kid from the story." Rose states.

"You're-" I started.

"Dead? Yes, I am, but it's a dream." Rose replied.

"That's not possible." I whispered.

"You have been given the special talent to talk to the dead by me. Besides I know what you are thinking 'How does he know me?' I'll show you." Rose says.

Rose raises her hands.

Two married couples showed up in a ghost form.

"Mom. Dad. Rose how-" I stammered.

"By talking to Becky your parents and myself have been able to compare. Then after you met Becky I gave you the power to talk to the dead." Rose replied.

"I don't know what to say." I say.

"You're welcome. I have already given you the power. Just take care of Becky." Rose states.

"We believe in you son and we love you." Mom says.

"We do." Dad adds.

Mom puts her hand on my shoulder.

Some light glows with my mom's hand on my shoulder.

"Take care of Becky and we'll be by your side." Rose stated.

I woke up. I was back in the hotel room.

What did I see? If I told someone, then no one would believe me.