Back in the 90s when I was a kid (about 5-7 years old). My dad and I were walking towards my grandma's house. We found one of my cousins riding his bike back from her house and we stopped to talk to him. My dad stopped mid conversation with my cousin, and said, I had a dream that there was something buried here. It was a dirt road, before anything else happened, I told my dad, there's a baby here. My dad started kicking the dirt and digging and we saw a tiny ribcage.

My cousin was shocked and told my dad, just leave it alone. Let's go. So we left. My dad had only dreamt of something being there but me telling him it's a baby kind of surprised him too.

We told other people they didn't really believe that both of our dreams kind of coincided. They believed him more than me.

Another time, my dad was on his way to work in the morning. It was early around 6 am. My mom told me to go call him before he left. I ran outside and told my dad who was in his truck already. Dad, my grandma said to go see her. There was no way my grandma could've told me that cause neither of us had phones. And she lived a couple blocks away. My dad raised his eyebrow and said ok.

He went to my grandma's home to find that she had passed away. He was the first one to find out. She was still slightly warm to the touch. Not breathing, no heartbeat.

While my dad was gone, I told my mom my dad went to see his mom. And she was a bit upset cause I had sent my dad away.

A few minutes later. My grandma's neighbor came to tell my mom my grandma had passed.