Last night, I had a really interesting dream.  I was spending the night in a hotel with my father, when I looked over at another hotel that was sitting on the edge of a cliff overlooking a great river.  The other hotel toppled into the river and floated off.  When I woke my father to tell him, he said that it was not needed anymore as it was too old and shabby and it was hauled off.  I went down to the edge of the cliff where the hotel used to be and looked over.  There were a couple of men standing there and I realized that someone had killed and buried someone else under that hotel.  As I walked away from the site, I realized that the men standing there were actually spirits of dead people.  I walked back into my own hotel and found scores of people waiting for me to give them advice.  They were all spirits of the dead.  I sat down beside a woman in Middle Eastern garb.  She asked me what she was supposed to do now, and I told her to rest in the arms of Allah.  Then, I realized that all these dead people were waiting in crowds for me to tell them what to do.  They wanted me to give them an answer, to give them peace.  I looked out the window through a set of mini-blinds, and there were crowds outside as well, all of them staring sadly at me.  I walked into another room, still filled with people and I asked a small crowd what all these people were doing here.  An older African-American man told me that after death, there is still paperwork needed to prove that they are dead, and they need me to help them with it.  That, as a person who can communicate with them, I can "fill in" the paperwork that they can take back to the "head office" (I'm not sure exactly WHAT the head office is, the guy just said, "there".)  and that my word is proof.  I woke up then, still feeling these people around me, and all day, in my head I have seen their faces.  I'm not scared.  I just am not sure what to do.  How can I help so many?

One at a time, dear, one at a time.

I agree. Just take it one step at a time. I'm kind of glad mine have never been that overwhelming. I often dream of the dead also, but usually in a very general sense, like viewing human deceased and entities from other worlds in the same night club. Or it is specific, like having a relative trying to convey something to me about the process of dying by leaving me a book a lot like the 'handbook for the recently deceased' in Beetlejuice.