about 10 years ago, I started having dreams of my grandfather being cut with knives. Those were chaotic dreams, thieves or criminals trying to harm my grandmother.
I called my mother (she was back in Russia, while I was studing in US) and asked her if everything was ok with my grandmother. She reluctantly told me that grandma had cancer and she didn't want to tell me about it for a while. I was practically raised by my grandmother.
She told me that they took grandma to the emergency, they found cancer everywhere in her intestines, etc. They had to cut a lot of it out. They gave her a week to live.
But she kept on living (3 more months), relatives were giving her natural things.
I began visiting my grandmother in my dreams, seeing her in one particular room a certain way. My mother freaked out when I told her where my grandmother was laying, and other details. In my dreams, my grandma was showing me her tube (coming from her side), etc.
One night in my dream I came to see my grandmother, but her bad was empty, and there was a floating mask above where her feet would be...Mask didn't have eyes (just empty circles). Right away, I knew she died and I had peaceful feeling about it. My mother called me that morning and confirmed that grandmother died that night.