I told my best friend a few weeks ago that I felt “very strongly” her husband should see a cardiologist. (I’d had a dream where I saw him having a heart attack.) She told him, but he laughed it off — he’s as healthy as the proverbial horse.
Until last week, when he collapsed and woke up to his cousin performing CPR. “Dude, I thought you were dead,” he told him. “You weren’t breathing.”
Pure coincidence, of course! Because otherwise, it wouldn’t be logical.