My deceased father, a pragmatist and not given to paranormal insight, dreamed the night before the 1966 Whitman massacre at the University of Texas, that someone was shooting at me. I was a student in Austin at that time--not to my knowledge shot at by Whitman --but the object of a very concerned dad before he was able to get in contact with me. Coincidence? I don't know.
"...dreamed the night before the 1966 Whitman massacre at the University of Texas..."
If my arm was a little stronger, I could hit the Tower with a rock from where I'm typing.