My mother was preoccupied by teaching in my classroom. I was talking to the teacher and for some reason it hit me, I remembered that my maternal Grandma Jane was dead, and so I was distraught.  I wanted to talk to my mother but she wasn't available, so I went to the mall and wandered, looking for a place to sit down and cry. Some part of me wasn't completely convinced, though- it was too odd that my mother was in teaching and not grieving, and that it had been a couple weeks and we hadn't had any memorial service yet. But still, I was sobbing.  A few things happened, violent things in the parking lot that made me worry. Something about a rock being thrown and breaking a window, too, I believe.  Anyway my mother finally found me and I was so relieved, and I asked her- was Grandma Jane dead or alive? She said she was alive, and I was relieved, but couldn't stop the tears yet of course. I was relieved that it had just been a dream. My last thought before awakening was, "wait a minute. I remember those two violent things happening in a dream before and that came true...what if Grandma Jane's being dead is going to come true as well?"