After Life

 I've been pondering what happens after Life. I don't believe in the Christian version of heaven.  I've seen hell and intend on avoiding that (don't ask I can't describe it to you). I rather think I like the idea of Valhalla.  I have fought depression all my life.  Does that qualify me as a warrior?  I'd like to think so. Maybe the Klingon's Sto-vo-kor.  I know there is existence after death.  How much of a sense of self we have I don't know.  My mom told me a weird story today.  She said my daughter called her and was telling her about a weird dream she had.  In the dream she was eating chili with my dad (dad passed 4 years ago).  My daughter complained there wasn't any cheese to put on the chili so my dad told her to crumble up some boiled eggs on top of it.  This is where it gets weird.  When I was young, my parents would go out and stay out until 2 or 3 in the morning (it was the 70s). Mom says when they came home a lot of times they would eat chili and put eggs on it.  I had no way of knowing this.  My daughter also had no way of knowing this.  Coincidence? I don't really think so.  It's too specific. Maybe I'll ask dad about it when I reach the other side.