I had so many premonitory dreams in my life.
When I was 8, I dreamed about Pope's John Paul II death, and about eating eggs, and in the same day my mom had done eggs for breakfast, and two weeks later, he was dead.

I dreamed that I was in some cemetery with some undone concrete floor, and a tree right by my side and a unknown man with a red jacket, and when my deceased friend completed 18 years, I had gone in the cemetery to spend a little time, and then his friends were there, and it was the same scene of my dream.

But that's really cool.
