Werewolves

Date: 11/7/2016

At first it's me, my mom, and my (at the time) recently past grandmother. We are walking down a paved road with a pine forest to the right and a giant field with boulders on the left. It reminded me of Lake Placid. Horror movie in the middle of nowhere. We see a broken down jeep and there's family there. It was my aunt's boyfriend's family, or how I imagined them. In the dream, they were referred to only as a group, the Scones. So we decided to take them along to wherever we're going. Home I guess. Soon we find another vehicle. I think it was a park ranger truck or jeep. It was in horrible shap. The hood looked like something really heavy landed on it. The windows were broken, and there was a huge claw on the door. We investigated and all of a sudden a man comes running out of the woods, all bloody and cut up. He was hanging on my mom before he collapsed and died. Then we hear a howl and this gigantic werewolf appears on top of the truck. The Scones run down the road and my mom said "While the Scones run down there, we'll run here" and we ran into the field. Of course we got chased. Then my grandmother tripped. I tried to go back to help but my mom picked me up and we hid behind a boulder. I couldn't hear a thing but I knew what was happening. That's where I woke up And years later in middle school, I have a continuation of this dream. Where I tackle the werewolf, transforming into a Night Fury, I think. Or another werewolf. We fight and I win but my grandmother was still dead. But I came to accept that. I accepted she was dead, and the dead don't come back to life. But I feel like if she could have, my grandmother would have said "Thank you" in the dream.