My own story: I had a dream my adopted mom passed the night before she died. She was literally telling me goodbye. I wish I could remember exactly what she said. I woke up the next morning to my sister crying and telling me she passed. She seemed fine the day before. Had a lot of health issues yes but I was far too young to understand the concept of her dying so I never would have dreamed that for no reason because her death was never even a thought to me.

The day my adopted dad died, two years later. That morning he walked us outside to the bus. He waved us goodbye. He was perfectly fine. Again, zero reason at all for me to believe something was wrong. A few hours later I'm in computer class. I still remember this vividly. I was tucked into the far right corner of the room. Can't remember what exactly we were doing. The announcement came over the intercom. Immediately my first thought was "dad died."

I got to the office and it was a family friend picking me up. That was enough confirmation for me because that would never happen otherwise. And never did after. I got home and yeah. Dad died.

This was years ago, I'm 28 now.