I will post this here, although I could have posted in the dreams thread I suppose. On 23 April, my grandmother passed away at the grand age of 100. I was called by her care home on the Monday and told she was dying, and went in to see her every day until she died. In the run up to her death, I was not sleeping well, she had not left any instructions and there was a lot for me to sort out. Usually when I dream, my dreams are narrative in nature, some kind of surreal storyline carrying me through a series of adventures. On Thursday night, I slept profoundly with a powerful non-narrative dream, just an overpowering image of a bunch of red roses, nothing else. I woke up with a tight knot in my stomach, thinking "today is the day".
At just before 11am on Friday, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A reflection, as of sunlight, was dancing across the corner of my office. The corner in question is the most shady corner, no direct sunlight ever falls there. However, due to the particular arrangement of my office and the corridor, it is hard for light even to reflect there. I investigated and just could not work out where the light was coming from, and was unable to block it with my hand, most odd. The "reflection" lasted a few minutes and stopped. A short while later, just as I was about to pick up the phone to arrange that day's visit to my grandmother, I received a call notifying me of her death.