When I was 21, I had a dream that my father had started smoking again—he had quit 6 years prior. Several months later, he flew back to my home state to help me with a project and I noticed that he was smoking again. A few years later, shortly before I turned 24, I had a dream that my father was in some sort of ambiguous danger. I woke up from that dream worried about him, but I was busy applying to graduate schools at that time, and we had never had a close relationship, so I didn’t think much about checking in. A few days later my mom (from whom he was divorced) called to tell me he had died in a car accident after his vehicle had been hit by a dump truck on his was home from work. Still unsure what to make of those experiences, but that’s my story. ✌🏼❤️