The first thing I remember is being in the woods at night. My grandfather (who is deceased) appeared and I told him I didn’t know where I was. He told me to get on his back, which I did, and then he started running. As he ran, moose began to charge us. My grandfather fended them off, stiff-arming them and causing them to fall on every side of us. Soon, my grandfather slowed to a stop and I was staring at Rosie from the Jetsons, except I understood her to be my grandmother (who is also deceased). She greeted me with a smile, but for some reason, I walked up to her and said “I’m sorry, I have to do this” and I located an off-switch on her back and was about to turn her off. She suddenly got very sad and said “Please, don’t.” I continued to reach for the switch despite her plea. This is when Rosie got very angry. Smoke started spewing out of the sides of her head and she screeched in my face. In extreme fear I quickly lunged for the switch, and she was lifeless. That’s when I woke up.
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