When my wife was pregnant with our first kid, I had a dream that we had a baby boy, and that its favorite thing in the world was jumping up and down on the couches in my parent’s living room. Also, the baby looked like a male version of my long dead sister. When the baby was born, it was indeed a boy. When we took him to my parent’s house a few months later, he would entertain himself by jumping up and down on the couch cushions. I was also going through my old room that day and found a photo of my sister when she was that age, and sure as sh1t, they looked like twins.
I also had a long recurring dream for most of the first nineteen years or so of my life. I was underwater in the dream, in heaven or something, and being able to move around freely, breathe normally, and hear myself talk out loud normally, all while I was under water. I was also alone during all these dreams, and I felt fantastic. It was like nirvana. A few months after my wife and I started dating, I had the dream again, and could do it all again, and felt the same way. This time, however, my future wife was with me, going through the same things and feelings that I was. It was weird. That’s when I knew we were going to be married one day.