My lifelong nightmare manifested itself.

So I'd like to preface this by saying I'm someone who has always had strange and violent dreams often involving my own death to the point where dreams never scare me but rather just leave me feeling uneasy with an adrenaline rush. For as long as I can remember I have had this dream; when I was younger I'd have it more often and it stopped when I was 17.

The dream would start with me walking down a hallway of large gray tiles on the ground and walls, there is no ceiling but the walls rise 200 ft or so, and the hallway is about the same length. I am walking down this hall following a black feather floating back and forth until it land on the floor. I hear a loud noise behind me, turn around and when I look back the feather has become or is replaced by a black car. I follow the cat down the hallway into a large room which houses an Apollo style rocket; the cat goes into the chain link elevator that runs up the side of the rocket. I stop just before the elevator and as soon as I stop a loud noise comes from behind me again and when I turn back around to the elevator the car has become a pile of three tires. I enter the elevator and the dream always ends before the elevator reaches the top. Despite all of the nightmares I have this is the dream that would leave me sweating and screaming.

After not having the dream for three years I had the dream one Friday morning. The next Friday as I'm leaving my townhouse walking down the concrete sidewalk I notice a black feather floating along the center of the sidewalk, I stop in my tracks and watch the feather floating to the floor and rest in the center of the sidewalk. The next Friday(Oct. 13th) I swear to God there is a dead black cat in the center of the sidewalk. The next Friday my dad dies.

What could this mean? I promise this happened to me and I'm struggling to find what it could mean.