Yes, very vivid and accurate but so rubbish that it was a waste of paranormal. The last one was a dream that I visited a flea market and saw a female I went to school with. She was a couple of years below me so far too young for me at the time. She wasn't ugly but she was more of a plain Jane sort of person. I never saw much of her and had never even spoken to her so she was no miss to me when I left school. About 45 years later, I dreamed I went to a local flea market. Nothing spectacular about that as I often do like to visit the local one.
I dreamed that I walked up to a stall and there was this person. It was her stall. I recognised her and thought, "there's a face I haven't seen since school. I then woke up. I thought "what the hell made me think of her" but by the time I got downstairs, the dream, as they do, had gone. Later, I decided to look at the marked as I often did on a Saturday. The dream was still gone and had nothing to do with my decision. I looked around but couldn't see anything I fancied. As I drove home, I saw a school holding a jumble sale so I wandered in.
The first stall I looked at and there she was. The dream flooded back to me and I spoke to her for the very first time. She was amazed when I told her I had had the dream about her with her stall. She had no special message for me as I had nothing for her. We didn't hit it off or anything so that is what I meant by a waste of paranormal. Why the hell did that happen? It still beats me.