Yes, but mine doesn't happen years later. It happens within a few weeks. When I went to Italy as a teen, before I went I dreamed I was looking out of a large shuttered window onto a courtyard. There was a giant silver "dishwasher" in the corner. And nuns were dancing on the roof. When I got to the place we were staying in Rome, me and my friend looked out of the large, shuttered window, onto the exact court yard, and in corner wasn't a dishwasher but a giant silver air conditioner thing.

And, get this, the whole place was a converted convent.

So, yeah, it happens sometimes.

I do remember now the weirdest dream I ever had. Once I dreamed I was a black man, (fyi I'm a woman and not black,) and it was 1982. I was part of a traveling theatre oraganization and I wasn't well liked by my cast-mates. We were staying at a hotel somewhere in the US midwest for the evening. It was still decorated like the 1970s. Anyway, I went to the bar and there was this beautiful lady there so I was hitting on her. She was not impressed, and threw her glass of wine on me. I was wearing a peach shirt, and it was red wine. So, I knew I had to get it cleaned right away, but I had no detergant for the laundry. I went up to one of the rooms where my cast mates were staying to ask if they had any laundry soap.

I walked in on them, and they were doing drugs, cocaine. Well, I wasn't into that, so I put up my hands and said, "I'll come back later, never mind." As I turned around, the cops were just busting in the door, weapons drawn. The last thing I remember is falling to my knees as a gun fight errupted.

When I awoke from that dream, I was extremely disoriented. My bedroom was totally alien to me, and I felt completely out of place in my skin. It took me about an hour to re-center myself and feel normal again. I've had people tell me it was a past life dream, and maybe that's how I died. But I know the dream took place in 1982, and I was already born as I am now, I was born in 1979....