I don't even know what to classify these experiences as, maybe y'all can share some insight!

In the last few years I've dealt with loss, perhaps I'm just grasping at straws looking for answers, or maybe there's something more to it...

When I was a child I had a dream that I was at my brothers funeral, except he was "old" in my mind. Not an old man, but just a full grown adult I woke up crying, and my parents eventually found me I told them about the dream. He passed in 2019 at 25, my family gathered at my moms and I asked her if she remembered my dream. She said she did, and she also had a dream we were at his funeral (about 5-6 years after mine) she explained what she remembered and it was the exact same as the dream I had.

A few months after that, I had decided to replace my living room furniture because my cats had tore the old set apart. During the move I was insanely ill. When the movers came my cats scrambled to hide. I made note of their spots and went back to the bathroom. Shortly after the movers left I had this intense feeling to make sure all the cats were accounted for. One liked to hide in my box spring, and the other usually hid in my roommates closet, and I saw him run in there when the movers came so I assumed that's where he was. I looked under my bed and saw a cat was in the lining of the box spring and I assumed it was the other. A couple hours later the cat came out from hiding, and it was the one I thought was in the closet. My heart fell out of my chest, I tore my apartment apart and never found him. I found out later he had squirrelled into one of the old couches that was taken to the dump, the workers saw him allegedly, but I never found him after weeks of searching.

Then, last week we had a pretty bad hurricane. My partner had planned to come to my place to ride it out but last minute I had a feeling that I should go there, so I did. He ended up losing power, and because its a rural area, we had to fill up the tub with water in order to be able to refill the toilet so it would flush. The power was out for 3 days, on the last day we got hungry and decided to see if there were any restaurants open. We found one, and went in to sit down. About 5 minutes after we sat down I got another urge to go back home, I thought maybe it would be a good idea to grab some of our electronics to charge. I decided not to bother. We ate, and then left. On the way home I had this feeling like something was wrong, and I even said to my partner something didn't feel right, and I just chalked it up to post storm creepiness. When we got home he found one of his kittens had fallen in the tub, and drowned.

I feel like I'm cursed or something.