Oh, yeah, dreams, forgot about those. I occasionally have prescient dreams, but they are always about mundane things, like dreaming the Style section is torn in my Sunday newspaper, and Lo, that Sunday, indeed no usable Style section. Once I was out with several sisters traveling across the wilds of Ghana, and we were on our way back to Abidjan (civilization!) in a bush taxi, and I fell asleep and dreamt that Mom had changed the date of the big dinner party with ministers and other dignitaries, and indeed, we came back filthy and dishevilled and the house was surrounded by large black mercedes' - they (my sisters) were really glad I'd had that dream so we knew what to be prepared for! But that's the only one I can think of that actually mattered, in any way. Mom had forgotten we were due back that day, and had changed the dinner party the week before my dream, which happened on the day we were going home... (I also dreamt we came in dancing the Can Can, so when we got there, my oldest sister started doing the Can Can so that part could be true too!)