If it could be shown that prophetic dreams are generally associated with epilepsy, it wouldn’t prove they cannot be really prophetic; other interesting human capabilities, such as eidetic imagery, certainly do have such a demonstrated connection.
I have had a number of dreams I consider to have been prophetic, but my only profit on it has been to learn to curse the mornings when I have had any realistic dream about something bad happening to someone I love.
The easiest story to tell, however, stars my mother. One morning when I was 15, three years after my sister ran away from home to San Francisco on her 18th birthday, and 8 months since she had bothered to tell us where she was or even if she was still alive, my mother, with her back to me stirring my oatmeal (I couldn’t eat it if it had lumps) said "I had the most horrible dream last night; I dreamed someone cut off your sister’s cat’s tail and put it in her mail box." The next night, about 40 hours later, I answered the phone to someone sobbing uncontrollably whose voice I didn’t recognize, who finally managed to choke out "oh Jimmy, somebody cut off my cat’s tail and then they put it in my mailbox." Then she started off on some truly serious bawling which went on I don’t remember how long.
Of course, I don’t know when exactly the tail was put in the mail box relative to my mother’s dream, so this isn’t really necessarily more exotic than a videoclip without benefit of camera, wire, or screen, and my sister and I have never sat down to try to hash it out– I have not wanted to. I did not have any of the dreams I regard as prophetic until my mother died.
If I were reading this, instead of writing it, I would think the most probable explanation is that I am lying, then that I am confused or that I have confabulated the memory. I often find it more comfortable to think the latter, myself.
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