On average it happens a few times a month. I’ll have a dream about someone and something happening to them and then a few days or weeks later, I’ll discover the scenario in my dream happened in real life. It’s always been this way. One night when I was 19 I dreamt of my grandmother being reborn as a baby but with her elderly head. I woke to my university halls of residence landline ringing, went to it and heard my father tell me my gran had died in the night.
‘Can someone like me be “trained” to get better at it?’
Then there was the time I dreamt of a tower with bodies falling from it in graphic detail. A few days later the World Trade Center tragedy happened. I dreamt of my father lying still in a contraption in a wall. That year he started radiotherapy for the cancer that killed him. And on the morning he died,
