When I was 8, we had gotten a dog. His name was Sammy. We loved him so much. After we had had him for 6 months, I dreamed he had cancer. I wasn't in my dream, but a veterinarian was there and so was my father and Sammy. The doctor told my father that Sammy had cancer, and that he was going to die. I told my mother, and all she said was "I hope that's not true..."
My father used to take us to the bus stop for school with Sammy, and once we left, my father would walk Sammy. Apparently, Sammy had pulled a muscle, because he was limping. The vet said he would be okay. But as Sammy's life unfolded, it was a long road of despair. We went back to the vet, because Sammy's condition had gotten worse. The doctor took an X-ray and what do you know? Sammy had bone cancer in his right front leg. I wasn't informed until two months later. Half my dream (well, nightmare) had come true. I was devastated. A few months later, we ended up having to put Sammy to sleep.
That is the biggest psychic event of my life. I've this happen to me three times, but the stories I cannot remember, for I was young. But this one stuck out to me, because it was about a beloved pet. I have way more than usual "deja vu". Like what someone will be wearing the next day. Just little things like that, you know? But it's still kind of scary. I haven't really told anyone, in fear they'll think I'm crazy.
Let me tell you, I've had some wild experiences in my short life.