“The following happened to me: I had a dream that one of my old acquaintances, Ivan Semenovich Nikulin, came to visit me. We were friends with him, but it didn't work out for us, and he married another. So, he dreams of me and invites me to visit: “Why don't you come to me?
I miss you so much. Come, I'm waiting for you. " I told him that I had no time and did not wait, they say. Waking up in the morning, I thought: “What is it he suddenly appeared? I haven't thought of him for a long time. " In a dream, Ivan was very smart, and for some reason I thought that he was probably ill. And the next day my daughter Elena comes and says that she wants to go to the cemetery: "here it pulls - that's all." Well, we packed up and drove off.
There were many people at the cemetery. First we went to my father - his grave not far from the entrance. We stayed with him for a while, and then I feel how I am being pulled into the depths of the cemetery, as if some kind of force. The daughter also says: "Mom, let's go faster." So we went, we go, we ourselves do not know where. And it seems that we are not walking ourselves, but someone is carrying us, such a feeling - our legs do not keep up with the soul. They walked, walked and suddenly stopped near a fresh grave. The monument was already there, but there was no photograph yet, but there was an inscription: "Nikulin Ivan Semenovich." It was an acquaintance of mine who dreamed of me; he really liked my daughter, and he always said: "I would have such a daughter." And so he died, but we were not told about it, and then he himself decided to notify us and I dreamed about it. He wanted us to come to his grave …
After that, how can you not believe in the secret forces and the power of higher powers over us?.."
A. Dyakova, Ufa