I was sleeping in a back yard with my 2 dogs, Loki and Sif. I decided I needed to go home which as I understood was my grandma's house. I stood up and Loki stood with me. Sif lay there staring at me and would not come with. Loki and I entered in the back door of a strange house. We knew we were not supposed to be there. As we walked through, the floor was covered with cotton, like a poorly done snow decoration. We tiptoed straight through and out the front door into what was supposed to be my grandma's back yard. But it looked more like an old English garden with a large, round rought iron gate. I entered what was my grandma's garage and met with my 15 year old son. He took Loki's leash and I told him I needed to go back for Sif. We were all suddenly filled with fear. I looked left to the next door neighbor yard and saw a brick fire area with a bloodied Skelton hanging in it. I went to examine it and discovered it was my grandma. I kept thinking that I desperately needed to go get Sif but also felt like I would never see her again. When I woke up my heart was heavy and racing. Both dogs were with me and my son in his right place. But I have yet to overcome the heaviness of that dream.