Last night I had a dream about cakes. There was a table with six of them, really fancy, some over 18" high. I took a slice from two of them.
This morning, there was cake in the office kitchen. I am a pastry psychic!
As I was cutting a slice for myself, I told a coworker about how I'd dreamed of cakes, and lo, here was a cake.
He said he'd dreamed today was Saturday.
I wish his dream had come true instead of mine.