I don't have prophetic dreams
Everyone with a clear face is someone I've seen. Not necessarily in person, i know of one who I've never met and yet he pops up in my dreams fairly regularly

My dreams are absolutely nonsensical and never make sense when I wake up, even though it makes a whole lot of sense to me when I'm still dreaming. They've never come true tho.

i've only ever had one prophetic dream in my entire life, and it is a doozy. buckle up because i have a story for you.

a few years ago, when i was 21ish (can't remember exactly how old) i had a dream that my mom drove away and none of my family was home. usually my dad is home all day or one of my brothers. on this day, absolutely everybody had left. feeling worried, i walked down the driveway to the mailbox because according to dream logic, if i stood next to the mailbox i'd be able to talk to my mom. well, my uncle, who lived right next to us, grabbed me and stopped me. he said something to me that i don't remember and i got scared. i tried to pull away, yelling about needing to talk to my mom. then he suddenly swung at me with something in his hand, hitting me in the head.

i woke up from the shock of what had happened, and when i was conscious i knew i'd died in the dream. i didn't say anything to anybody about the dream, but a horrible, heavy dread had settled into my subconscious.

then, exactly two days later, my uncle was found dead under the wheel of his pickup truck. apparently, he'd been doing drugs and tried to work on his truck without putting a tire stopper under the wheels.

i need to clarify here that i didn't have a relationship with my uncle except one of lifelong fear. i didn't love him. his presence throughout my life only inspired a kind of dread in me. for a reason i couldn't explain, i always felt like he wanted to hurt me but didn't because he wouldn't get away with it. since he had started doing hard drugs, his inhibitions had eroded dangerously and he'd done a lot of messed up things i won't talk about.

i told my mom the day my uncle died about the dream, and she looked square at me and said something had to have intervened and killed my uncle before he could get to me and finally hurt me. she believes in angels and that sort of thing, and thought it was something like that. i don't personally believe in that sort of thing, but i DO think that there is some possibility that people can pick up on each other's intentions, and it can lead to some very strange coincidences that look a lot like psychic visions or something like that.

i had never in my life dreamed of my uncle except that one time, and that was what convinced me that some force in the universe was like "hey, something BAD is going to happen." whether it was meant to warn me of my own danger or the impending doom of my uncle, i have no idea. maybe it was pure, idiot coincidence of the unlikeliest degree. but it definitely scared the ever-loving spit out of me, and it's always a weird story to tell.