I used to have a recurring dream of a bridge fading off in the distance. When I emigrated to NYC I no longer had the dream. Walking in my neighborhood one day I realized that the bridge in my dream was the Queensboro Bridge, which was one block from my apartment.
Kind of. One of my recurring dreams is that I can fly. It's glorious and wonderful until I come to an area with lots of electric wires strung across the sky like a maze. Then it's sheer anxiety trying to find my way through them.
Have you ever known something was going to happen before it actually did?
Yes. I met what I believe to be my DD's Guardian Angel in the middle of the night in my house about 7 years ago or so. It was unreal. I touched him/her and everything. He/she looked exactly like what you'd think they would.
No, not me but my brother says he had one once. Jesus appeared in the passenger seat while he was driving and suggested he should change his ways. Unfortunately my brother tells whoppers like most people breathe so I have no idea if this is true. On the other hand, he did rather suddenly start going to church and gave up some self-destructive behavior.
Well rats. I was too slow. @Kat0121 beat me to it.
Wherever they please. We usually get 8 to 10 of them on the bed with us. Some of them like the sofa, others prefer one of the multitude of cat beds and boxes we have in the wardrobe, on top of the wardrobe and on the bookcase.