Last year in mid November, I repeatedly had the same dream, where I was being chased up a tower that had a spiral staircase. When I was at the top, I could see the night sky, and flew for a short while, to escape my pursuers . The last time I had the dream, I flew off the top of the tower, but was twanged back by a giant piece of elastic.
The following day, when I got up I found my husband unconscious. We tried CPR but couldn't revive him, neither could the paramedics. He died of heart failure, but no one knew he was ill.
I haven't had the dream since. I'm not saying it is connected in any way, but it seemed strange, and I keep thinking about it.