I can usually intuit when Mrs Didge is going to tell me to cut the grass.
Seriously? Not I. And yet, when I was 16 I had a dream that actually foretold the future.
It was inconsequential and had no meaning that I can find (other than a demonstration that such things can happen) and there were a couple of things in it that were so incongruous that they couldn't possibly have happened. And yet, about six weeks later, through a series of events that could have been anticipated, and a coincidence that couldn't, I sat beside a man in his van and, as we drove down the road, I saw that dream unfold -- incongruities and all. It was so strange that the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I can still remember the wyrdness of it.
(And, no, I didn't misspell wierdness. I wanted to focus on the original meaning of the word rather than the current usage.)