My grandmother dreamed of a deceased sister ten years ago. And he said something like "You will die for your names!". Grandma was a healthy woman and did not complain about her health, but she believed in dreams. On the day of her name (a few days later) she laid down clean bedding, gave orders and lay down to die, right as a lady in Russian classics. I was lying for two days and nothing happened. I got up and went to work on the farm.

A month later, she said: her sister dreamed again, she pretended to her: what, say, she lied! I woke up without waiting for an answer. My mother-in-law (her son) cautiously asks: "Mom, my aunt Anya has been confusing all her life, you have always mocked her!" My grandmother is that, yes, really. He lives to this day.