Three Dreams

I had this dream about three years ago I think. I woke up to a loud rumbling noise, the house was shaking around me. I went outside, the house was on the side of the west hill in Hastings, which is a long way from where I was living at the time. I went up onto the hill-there were people everywhere looking at the sky. The sky was blood red and all around the horizon were the remnants of mushroom clouds. Probably the most apocalyptic dream I've had. One unusual fact: I now, by co-incidence, live in a house that located in the exact same place as the house in the dream. Odd. Not as odd as the next one though.
I dreamt that me and my friend were sitting at a table outside with a panoramic view of hills and fields. I saw a jumbo jet tumbling through the sky in the distance, end over end as if it had been thrown like a boomerang. When it hit the ground it went up in an enormous explosion, there were no flames, just a truly huge vertical funnel of smoke and dust like nothing I'd seen before. Interesting fact about this dream: a couple of weeks later September 11th happened, and when I saw the towers collapse I immediately recognized the huge funnel of dust from the dream. So that was odd, but this one takes the cake.
I dreamt that I was in my Grandmother's house. We were talking and she suddenly said; "you should come round more often, because I don't have much time left." I was shaken awake at that point by my mother, who then told me that Gran had died in the early hours of the morning.
Stuff like this happens more often than you'd think. Jung called it synchronisity, thought it had something to do with the collective unconscious.