No, really. Because the vivid stress dreams have no meaning what so ever.
Admittedly though, this one was a bit over the top.
I don’t remember all of it now, but the general idea was that grandma, while crazy in the dream, was, on some level, aware that she needed full time care. But since all her children were panicking about putting her some place that could provide her with that (IE, a “home”), she decided that she’d have to do something so over the top that they’d have to do something. So she killed someone.
But that doesn’t even begin to cover it. She didn’t just kill someone, she grabbed a guy off the street, dragged him into the shop/house that we were staying in, and literally ripped his throat out with her teeth. We found her giggling, covered in blood. My mother was understandably upset. I think this pissed Grandma off. I think she may have rushed at my mother, but I can’t remember for sure. I do remember the last bit before I woke up though… Monacita and I were supposed to be staying in separate rooms for some reason. It was late, and I was getting ready for bed. Monacita came over and knocked on my door. I let her in and we bolted the door shut. I remember we were hearing sounds from the hall. In the dream I believed that as long as Grandma kept some sense of sanity we were safe… But it was still horrifying. Monacita and I curled up in bed holding each other. It was a surreal moment… I heard sounds in the hall that I was pretty sure was Grandma doing a repeat performance on someone (perhaps my mother), and I was terrified, but as we curled up together, and got more into our little world, the sounds faded, and I felt warm and safe.
From a relationship stand point, that dream is pretty damn awesome.
From a family stand point, Thursday may sort of suck.
The idea of Grandma ripping some guy’s throat out with her teeth was kind of funny though.
Did I mention that the whole dream, while stressful, did have a certain black comedy aspect to it?