dreams and prophecies

There was a time in my life when I could predict death. I could predict someone's death within days. I just didn't know exactly who will die but there were different signs. If I cried in my sleep, someone in my father's side will die. If I heard a whistle blown beside my ear, someone in my mother's side will die. If I felt strangely frightened at night that I couldn't sleep with the lights off, a friend or someone I knew will die. For three or four years that was my life.
When I got pregnant though I stopped seeing things, stopped feeling invisible things and I thought it was the pregnancy. During my first trimester, around my third month, I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that my baby had been born incomplete, he was born too early and I was panicking but I couldn't do anything. All I wanted to do was to get him back inside me and I couldn't do anything. I never knew that I should have listened to that dream. Maybe I could have prepared myself more. Neal says the timing could be perfect since it was during my third month and Nathan's problems most probably occurred during that time. If I can trust my dreams, which I dare not to, I also dreamt of three kids. Two boys and one girl in three separate dreams. The boys were around 6 years old and the girl was around 3. I knew none of the boys were Nathan and I should have trusted that as well.
Do I dare hope? I guess I do. I wish I have twins, twin boys preferably. Sometimes I find myself counting months. Months before I can actually conceive again and I'm so scared. I'm hoping it stops when I start working. I can only hope.