I used often to have premonitory dreams of things I had no way to predict. When they’d come true it’d freak me out and I’d wish it didn’t happen. Messed with my sense of reality, I guess. But my family has a history of some "fay" characters and strange events, so I guess it’s no big deal.
These odd occasions of "synchronicity" happen to everyone now and again. You think of someone out of the blue and the phone rings and it’s her and she’s the last person on the face of the Earth who, logically, you might have thought would call you…
In my opinion it’s okay to acknowledge that strange things happen, it’s only trouble if you try to "explain" it too much, i.e. "we’re all magically connected" or "God has a plan for me" or "I can influence fate with my willpower," etc. Just let it happen.
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