I want to tell you two stories about my dreams. In both cases, these dreams suggested where the money was hidden. This did not happen to me again, I do not possess any superpowers. Why these dreams suddenly appeared to me, I cannot explain.
My beloved grandmother died when I was 12 years old. She always found time for me. She talked to me a lot, taught me the wisdom of life and often said:
- Try never to sell anything, take care of what you have acquired.
40 days after the funeral, we started cleaning up my grandmother's house. They burned something, gave something to the neighbors. And at night my grandmother dreamed, she asked not to give out her things, to keep everything. I told my parents about it, but they only laughed it off.
And my grandmother began to dream of me every night. She asked to prove her words to break the old wardrobe and examine its bottom. I persuaded my parents to go to my grandmother's house and deal with the wardrobe. It turned out that this heavy cabinet had a double bottom, and in the places where the legs were attached there were four golden royal coins. I still keep them as a memory of my grandmother.
We sold the house to a large family of refugees from Kazakhstan. After that, my grandmother dreamed for a long time, begged me to return the house, otherwise it would burn down. She lamented: "Well, at least take my icons!"
But my parents had a lot to do, and we never went to the village.
Once again I happened to visit this village. And it turned out that after a while the house sold to new tenants burned down. This poor family had nowhere to move, they began to live there, slowly restoring the house. And for their luck, they found gold coins in the icons that remained from my grandmother.
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They immediately made repairs, bought a tractor, healed well. And after a while, while processing a distant vegetable garden, they found a whole jug of gold coins. So they lived comfortably in the difficult 1990s, and put all nine children on their feet. And I regretted that I could not insist that my parents should not sell the house.
Another story happened in 2000. The drunken neighbor's grandmother died. I helped him prepare for the funeral. I washed his grandmother. They buried them with dignity, as expected. Only the grandson kept walking around the apartment, looking for something.
It turned out that the deceased had hidden somewhere the money that she had saved up for her funeral. Here the grandson was nervous: where is the grandmother's money? He ripped open the mattress, cut the blankets, even removed the upholstery from the furniture.
At night, I dreamed of a dead neighbor. She swore at her grandson: where is he doing the desk clock? I woke up, went to him:
- Where are you, parasite, grandmother's clock?
He answered me:
- But what is this junk for? Only takes up space. They have not been walking for a long time. I sold them for a bottle to the guys in the garage.
I made him return the watch. I looked at them for a long time: an old clock, in a wooden case, on a heavy stand, was wound with a key. And suddenly I find a cache in my watch, and in it are bills rolled into a roll. What a find!
With this money, the grandson bought himself a solid sheepskin coat, a new wall, a TV. Repairs done. Even a bride immediately appeared. And he gave me this watch as a keepsake. They are still in my house now.
Lyudmila HVALEVA, Shakhovo village, Oryol region