When I was a kid, my mom used to work at a small grocery store, and she went there before breakfast to get fresh bakery goods when she had the afternoon shift.
Then she used to wake me up for school, and ask how I slept, and I used to tell her what dream I had that night (if any).
One morning, I told her I dreamt that two guys broke in to the store, and they left a red screwdriver on the floor.
My mom was shocked because there really was a break-in that night, that is why she couldn’t buy stuff for breakfast that morning.
I then went to school, my mom did the afternoon shift and in the evening, when she came home, she told me that the police really did find a screwdriver on the scene, which belonged to the burglar(s).
My mom made me fill out a lottery ticket the next day but never won with it and I never had such dreams since then. © garo / Reddit