(My grandmother just passed away last week; I'm sure that's relevant to this dream.)
A woman, along with her minions, has commandeered my grandmother's house. In actuality I don't recognize the house at all, but I know it's my grandmother's because it's full of a lifetime's worth of things. They are taking pictures off the walls, books off shelves, figurines from side tables.
The entire family is there at the house, since we are virtually prisoners now.
We are all working under the guise of "helping" this woman to dismantle the house, but in reality we are helping my grandmother to pack up a single bag of things that are truly special to her. It's a very large paper bag and we are stuffing it as full as possible. At one point my grandmother passes me a spatula and tells me it's OK to throw it away. Briefly I consider taking it for myself, but decide to just throw it away so I can continue to help her with her bag.
When it's all packed up we walk it out to the car and someone says, "OK, so this is the one that goes to our car?" and a minion overhears this and grabs the bag and promptly throws the whole thing in the trash compactor.
I woke up crying.
