my insanely fucked up dream

I went fishing, with my "grandpa" (didn't look like anybody I've ever met) and some others, except instead of being in a boat, we were in the water. I hooked a big fish, and got dragged halfway across the lake. It seemed like Lake George (the lake my cabin is on), but the water was too clear, so I don't know. Anyhow, I landed the fish and for some reason held onto it by a little bit of fishing wire, and dragged it around for awhile. My "grandpa" offered to prepare my fish for me.

Somehow we got back to the house (it looked like my mom's house, only Levi's bedroom was the kitchen?) and here's where it gets FUCKED UP.

Somewhere between the lake and the house (I don't remember changing locations) the fish became a dog. A really really cute dog of a variety I will not say because it's so sad. The dog still had a hook in it's mouth, but I started to LOVE THAT DOG, so I tried to help him. He ended up getting the hook out himself, and we played in my old room (Jordan's room) and I busied myself with puppy-proofing the room.

All of a sudden I realized the puppy had disappeared, and I made my way to the kitchen (Levi's room?) where I discovered with horror that my "grandpa" had disobeyed my wishes to "keep the fish" (puppy?!?) and was holding the puppy upside-down in a pot of boiling water. I started sobbing and asking WHYYY and basically went insane, so my "grandpa" put the puppy back on the ground, where it couldn't stand up.

"Is he going to be ok??!?" I stammered out through my sobbing.
"I don't think so," said the grandpa, without a hint of remorse.


Aaaand my alarm goes off. Now I know that dreams of this variety are often random nerve impulses and electrical activity with some familiar imagery thrown in, but I can't help but be disturbed by what my brain will come up with in the deepest of sleep.