I can’t say I fully believe in omens, but if I did, today would be one very interesting day.
I had a dream last night in which I was a ghost. I was not one at first; I was some guy who was hanging out with ghosts. One of those ghosts was having problems of an unspecified nature, so I offered to substitute for him for a night or two.
A big, fat crow landed on the windowsill this morning, looking in at me. You really don’t think about how big those suckers are until one is a meter away, at eye level. As big as a (small) cat!
This afternoon, I thought I saw our old kitty (all black, save for a white locket on his chest) as I turned a corner of the house. He got spooked and ran silently up the stairs, as he would often do. What’s odd about that? That kitty passed away last year.