Not me, but the day before my father died he had a dream that my mother was looking at him. She looked younger and in good health. She was holding her arms out to him. He died the next day, from tripping down the steps in our house and hitting his head so hard on the bottom, that he just died. He was in good health, he lived alone so he had no help. My brother found him the next day. I had been visiting him for a week and left the morning after the dream. He died that night. I will never forget that.