I had a dream about watching my dad die in a factory accident (he worked a lot of factory jobs in the 80s and early 90s).
I could smell the machine oil, hear the thump of the presses (feeling it in my feet, too), and even remember the brief bruised feeling in my shoulder when the paramedic shoved past me to get to him.
It felt so real and vivid, I felt very strongly for the longest time that I’d had a premonition about how my dad would die.
It somehow even sticks with me every now and then, despite him having passed from brain tumours 13 years ago this month.