When I was very little I had a dream about the current house I live in. I had never seen the house before, but it was identical to the one I now live in, plus my mothers new car was there, which she did not have at the time of the dream. In the dream, my mother was working with a scroll saw to make things for the school she was running in her house. She did not have this scroll saw until after I moved into this house, and therefore I could not have known of it's existance. Strange, if you ask me.