I dreamed I was in my late grandmother's house last night. I was in the spare bedroom, where I slept when staying with her as a child. I crept around the room fully aware there were ghosts about but with no idea if or when they might appear, then lay down on the double bed and turned on the the radio.
When I looked to my left there was my grandmother, lying beside me, slightly blue and sparkling as though a light frost had settled on her. I said hello, not feeling nearly as scared as I thought I'd be lying next to a real live (dead) ghost. Gran didn't like what I was listening to so I changed the radio station and asked her what it was like in heaven.
"Not bad," she said. "We still get all the gossip you know."