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My grandma told me this story:
When she was a teenager, she and her mother agreed that who ever who dies first will come back to tell to the other how it is after death.
Her mother died when she was 13. EVERY single night after her death she would dream one and the same dream each time - that her mother is siting on the bottom of the dug out hole in the cemetery. She would ask her mother what is she doing there and the mother would say that she just has to be there and not explain any more. After a year of dreaming this same thing every night, she had a longer dream on the first anniversary of her mother's death - she dreamed the same thing as before, only this time her mother got up and walked out of the hole. She started explaining that life after death is the same like before death - "in our world, as in yours, we have three levels. One is very poor people who have hard life and no joy. Middle level is an average life with a little bit of everything. And the third level is very nice - everybody is happy, shining and peaceful with nothing to worry about". Then mother explained that she had gone to the middle level and is happy she is there.
My grandma has never ever dreamed about her mother again in her whole life.
Very weird story, I know. But makes some sense.
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