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Is it really true... Or only part of the truth? After death, souls can be executed? For unsuitability for evolution? And what happens to their consciousnesses? Do they fall apart or what? But it's not fair!

During the day, I was constantly distracted from sad thoughts by the usual routine: studying... talking to friends and other chores, and unfortunately, my parents noticed a change in my behavior:

- Are you having trouble learning, dear? You look a little depressed... What happened?

- Yes... nothing, - I tried to answer in a joyful voice. - Everything is fine... It's just that different thoughts are swarming in my head: the meaning of life and what will happen next?

- Oh-oh-oh... is it too early to think about this, sweetheart? You are still so young! We also have no idea what awaits us... Live one day at a time and there will be no sadness in your soul...

...Good advice, but I just thought seriously, it turns out that people do not receive truthful information about the posthumous experience... and some just do not care what happens next. But I will continue my research, no matter what it takes... However, my astral projections completely stopped, I could no longer control them consciously, I began to have very eccentric dreams.

... A high wall approaching me in the semi-darkness of a grey color, covered with wide stripes of energy running along it in a spiral and a wavy translucent edge hanging above the surface of the earth. I had to back away and, raising my head, I saw about a dozen lovely female heads emerging from the swaying wall.

- Oh... and when will you live with us? - the girls asked me in disarray.

- Me-me? — my not quite awake consciousness was dumbfounded at the sight of this strange phenomenon. — Live with you? Why?

— But you will come to us soon... You will live with us, won't you?

…The prospect of finding myself a cohabitant of such a strange house after my death seemed very idiotic to me... What is this? A walking ghost of some kind of building? Does such a thing happen?

Hiding in the house and emerging one by one, the girls giggled in thin, mischievous voices and chirped like morning birds on a wire.

— What a funny bride our Lord has!

— But she is cute!

— Will she remain a blonde?

— Well, that's unlikely!

— He actually likes brunettes!

In all this hubbub, the word "bride" bothered me the most... What? Am I someone's bride? What nonsense!

…Well, this is just a dream! What adequate can you expect here?

— And you are someone's wives? — I asked the curious heads with different hairstyles.

— Yes... he will be your husband too!

… It seems I have already been married to someone from the astral dimension ... No way! I don't need such a trifle! This all reminds me of some crazy harem chicken coop...

— No, thank you! — I answered, jumping to the side and passing right through someone's tall figure.

To my surprise, it turned out to be the same hairdresser who had bleached my hair. And what is he doing here?

— A-ha-hai! Hello! — the long ghost of a blond man in a white shirt and without legs looked at me slyly, smiling broadly. — And how are you doing?

— Yes, I was married off in absentia here and invited to live in that strange walking house, but I declined all that, — I shared the news. — And you are that one? Are you walking here consciously?

- Yes... it's me... also I am a medium... But I don't need to go here yet... I have, so to speak, still a lot of things to do in 3D ... It's not the time yet! And you don't rush into marriage yet! Talk to me a little more... maybe you'll like me more as a husband.

- Is it necessary to get married in the subtle world?

- Of course... - who should I dance with then?

- Dance? How? Why? - I was puzzled.

- You see, I don't have legs... Why do you think I don't have them?

- I don't know, - this scared me and I looked down, discovering that I had slender legs. - I do have them!

- But they often disappear for me... it happens... Will you help me?

- With what?

- Dance with me and my legs will grow back in a flash?

- Is this a joke?

- Not at all! - the hairdresser, throwing an intriguing glance at me, instantly approached, grabbing my whitish transparent hands.

- I don't know how to dance with ghosts!

- And I'll teach you now!