Well I beleive it, because it happened to me once. It was the day before the summer holidays in year five, you know, when you go around getting people to sign t-shirts and stuff. Anyway, I dreamt a really weird dream, that I was being chased by a man from the high school I got o now. That's not the thingy, by the way, I already knew him. But anyway, suddenly, he dissapeared, and i was just standing on the path that leads up the side of my house. Then, my cat hopped out of the bushes, and rubbed against my leg. She was called 'Ziggy' , because she had brown zigzag stripes on her back, as opposed to the rest of her body, which was covered in black fur. Anyways, she rubbed against my leg, and I bent down to stroke her. Then she walked off, and I thought nothing of it, since she always does that. But then I heard a horn blaring, and I turned in time to see her got knocked down/ run over by a car. I started running, but then a load of other stuff happened, that doesn't have anything to do with this. But the point is, when I woke up the next morning, at quarter to eight, my dad came in and said he that my sister, <name withheld> had found ziggy dead on the roadside, since she goes for the bus before I get up, and had brought her back. If anyskeptics think that I'm lying, well I can tell you right here and now that I'm speaking the truth. At least the driver who had accidentaly knocked her down had the decency to put her on the grass, instead of leaving her on the road.