When I was eight years old, I was riding in the car with my mom and sister through our little California town. We passed a house in our neighborhood that had just burned to the ground that night. My mom kind of flipped out and said, "I saw that exact house burning in my dream last night!"
My sister and I had the usual response, "Wow, that is really weird mom." After all, it is pretty easy to predict the future when it has already happened.
Then January 28th 1986 came around. We were eating breakfast together and my mom sat down after getting her coffee and said, "I had a really sad dream last night. Everyone was looking at the sky and they were all crying. I still feel very sad from it."
We asked the obvious question: "What were they all looking at?"
She said she didn't know. She only saw the people, not the thing that made them so sad.
Roughly two hours later, they interrupted my class to tell us the Space Shuttle had just blown up on take off.
I find it very easy to explain most of the stories described on this site as a natural phenomenon, but hearing my mom talk about that dream on that day has been difficult for me to chalk up to coincidence.
I wonder how she could possibly have seen and felt something that had not transpired yet.