Today would have been my maternal grandmother's 99th birthday.
She appeared in a dream I had the other night, specifically the night of April 4. She was alive and told me she was celebrating her 100th birthday. It was weird, because I hadn't thought about her in a while, nor had it occurred to me that her birthday was coming up. Whenever I dream about a milestone, it's usually because I've been thinking about it all day. And the numbers in my dreams are usually way, way off — for example, my sister (who is 22) might be four years old in a dream taking place this year.
So it was weird enough that I dreamed such a lucid dream about my grandmother so close to her birthday. But then I was only one year and three days off on the date, and that's just freakish. Good job, subconscious.
I wish you hadn't followed it up with a dream about me wrecking Mitt Romney's old Chevy, though.