I was sitting on the upstairs couch inside my house when a fire broke out all of a sudden

My dad made sure that everyone got out but then stayed inside the house with me. Apparently, our house was floating several feet off the ground, which made it increasingly difficult to escape (even though I could've just jumped)

Anyway, I died but Dad didn't (somehow), and I lived as a ghost inside our house. Dad could see me. He was making dinner when I asked him if I could go outside and hang out with my friends. Dad said yes, so I went outside and saw my friends hanging around the side of the house. They could see and hear me as well, and we all decided to hang out together (not really any point of dying if we're just gonna act like nothing happened but ok)