Stolen Money and Lost Children

Date: 7/31/2016

I purchase 3 different boxes of (non-vegan) donuts. They are one long single row of donuts each. Following my grandfather's death, my mother is visibly upset. I go into her car with another woman (Sansa Stark?). The other woman is on the phone with my mom, asking her "where is it?" The glove compartment is open. Behind this is a panel, and, like a spy movie, behind the panel is an envelope, completely hidden otherwise from view. Within the envelope is money - money people donated to help my grandfather's cancer. It appears she has been using this money for her own personal gain/wants. Her argument is that she helps my grandfather, and so money that helps her also helps him. I feel disgusted and angry and upset but also unsurprised. When the other woman leaves, I take the envelope and other incriminating evidence against my mother, unsure of what I'll do with it. I know she is inside drunk and upset and will not know what happened. A taxi cab pulls up to take me home, which I was not expecting. I thought I was staying at my mother's house, but the taxi driver tells me that my mother called him to have me taken to my apartment (I live in NYC, my mom lives in Philly suburbs). I do not want to turn down the ride, as it will be a pain getting home otherwise. I throw everything into the trunk of the taxi, still confused and uncertain if I'm doing the right thing. I ask him to wait and run back into my mother's house. I am in my mother's house. My grandfather is in the kitchen. I can only see his back the entire time. He might be feeding the cat, or doing some other chore. I am outside, and I run into Brandon on the street. He stops and is very sympathetic, nearly in tears. He tells me he was so glad/honored to have met my grandfather, and that he really did last for so much longer and put up such a fight until the end. I get emotional and nearly cry as I say thank you, but I don't FEEL the sadness. In fact, I am kind of confused. My grandfather was just alive, in the kitchen. He's not dead yet. Then I remember that he did die, and his last moment was not walking out of our house saying "so long," it was weak and on a death bed. I've been dreaming. I am partially awakened by this revelation, but do not record the dream and instead go back to sleep. Something about miscarriage. A woman who is not ready for children is pregnant, but the hope and excitement and love of the baby is so much. The "baby" is a little tiny round blue ball in some kind of water, like a fish tank? I am keeping it there until she is ready to take it back. She has another one we nearly discard, but then we realize how much she actually wants this, even if it will make certain things in life harder. We put the babies back inside her and hope that the pregnancies are not lost. The second one is a miscarriage. We see on a screen that the first one is weak. It is not looking good. We should not have removed it from the womb for so long. I am actually hunting and killing Pokemon. I catch a fish Pokemon because we need the food, and something about it definitely does not feel right - I do not know if anyone has consumed Pokemon meat before, or whether it's safe. I do not know what to do with the dead bodies of other Pokemon. They look like giant taxidermy animals like from the Natural History Museum. It looks like I may have removed their hearts. There has to be someone who will want them. I feel anxious, uncertain of who to call. Will these bodies just sit here and rot? Are they no good? Have I done something bad? I am in Glenolden near my dad's house. Everyone is dressed up in Halloween costumes and appears to be trick or treating, but I know it is not Halloween.