Precognitive?

I had a horrible dream last night. It was about a year in the future and Stuart announced that it would be cheaper for him to go back to school if everyone though that he was single. Therefore, we should get separate apartments in Edmonton. I was trying to figure out if that was really true and how the logistics would work, when I came home one day and found the apartment empty. He'd taken all our stuff and our joint savings (admittedly, not much!) and disappeared.

It seems pretty stark and unbelievable written down like that, but the dream itself was packed with emotional content. The alarm woke me up from it and there were tears running down my face.

I've never had a dream come true before, and I hope I don't now!