3 posts in one day... Can you tell I'm supposed to be studying?

So, I got home from work today, sweaty, covered in flour, and fudge and other bakery matter. I walked inside, and my mum ran to meet me and then hugged me, very tight, for a long time. Then she asked "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!?" I replied that I was indeed fine, and what the fuck was she on about? APPARENTLY both my mother and my grandmother had dreams last night in which I died in a tragic accident. Weird? I think so.