I have three… The first and simplest one being that I dreamt the house was on fire… The dream was so vivid that I went and woke my mother up and told her the house was on fire. This was easily 30 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday.
The second was actually a memory that presented itself as a dream… As a kid up until my late teens when I finally ask my mom about it, I had a recurring dream of my mother, holding me on her hip with my father, standing next to us, watching a tornado in the field across the road from our house… when I finally brought this dream up to my mother after having it at least once a week for 10 years or more, my mother told me that I could not possibly remember that because it happened when I was two years old… All I could think was “ Well, I’m telling you about it, so obviously, I do remember it”. The even freaky her thing about it was that once I told her about it, I never had the dream again after that.
And the third was by far the scariest… I had a dream that I wrecked my car, and to this day I can point out the exact spot on the road where that accident would’ve happened. Normally, when I dream, I don’t dream of people I know, per se… They may feel the same, but they don’t look the same, or they are out and out strangers… But in the dream, the car was most definitely my car, which was a black Ford mustang with very distinctive gold graphics… I was looking down on the accident scene from up above… And I heard the paramedics tell my mother “We’re sorry, but she’s not going to make it”. Being that it was a dream outside of my normal realm of dreams. (which is saying a lot, considering I have chronic nightmares), I was not long trading the car in. To this day, I still believe that dream was a premonition as much as it was a dream.
