I had the most vivid and terrifying dream last night. I dreamt about my grandparents (my grandmother is dead, my grandfather is alive and well - just to provide context) and we were in a house that is a recurrent house in my dreams, but not actually a house that exists in the real world. In my dream, my grandmother suffered from terrible dementia (she didn't in real life - she died from a stroke), and my grandfather and I would do our best to take care of her, even though in my dream I could always sense a danger from her (again - I've never been scared of my grandmother, she was a lovely lady). In the dream, she'd self-harm a lot in front of me and my grandpa, which freaked me out, but grandpa always seemed to know what to do. My dream was full of scenes of her cutting herself, it was really scary. It ended with her letting some dodgy people into the house, and they murdered my grandfather. I did not see the body, but a lot of blood while I was desperately looking for him, and I woke up just as I was carrying an old dog (? never had a dog, not a dog I ever met, a very old dachshund of all creatures) into safety. Can any sense be made out of this dream? It really upset me and it took me hours to fall back asleep...