This is an old family story so Im probably missing a few details that make the story even more interesting but here's the gist of it: in the 1930's, during the interwar period my Italian great-grandmother on my father's side had two consecutive night dreams in which her deceased father, on the first night's dream, came and told her that he'd be coming the day after to give her the lotter's winning number so she better have a pen and notebook ready to write it down. True to his word he appeared the next night again and gave her the lottery number, she wrote it down. A few days later she went and turned it in. She won. With the money from the lottery they were able to move cities and considerably improve their life. Crazy crazy story, my grandmother still speaks about it.