Big Dream

A while ago we were given the assignment to go out and have a big dream. I finally took the initiate and set my alarm for 8 this morning and instead of getting up, I went back to sleep and dreamed.

In my dream I was at my grandparents in house in Alaska. It was fall and just starting to turn cold so I could smell the woodsmoke from the stove downstairs. My grandma has a side sewing room in the house that she runs a small fleece business out of. I remember sitting in the living room, staring up at the bear head mounted on the wall, and hearing her call for us from the sewing room. We (myself, sister- Katie, and my Papa) rush in to the sewing room, concerned. She is sitting at one of her machines (the one that makes wool blankets I think) and seems upset. She tells us that she can't move her foot and the machine is getting away from her, sewing too fast. Papa goes over to help her, moving her food to stop the machine, and discovers her food is made of stone.
That's right, she was slowly turning to stone. 
In the dream I remembered instantly recognizing that not only was this process irreversible, it was also contagious. Papa, who had touched her in the process of moving her foot was probably doomed, and just from staying in the room Katie and I were at risk.
The dream gets frantic at this point, Papa rushes to go find a machete, presumably to hack off the foot, when his own fingers turn a light grey and he can't pick it up. The grey is slowly moving up Grammie's leg and Katie and I are trying not to panic. Grabbing Katie we run out in to the living room. I hear Grammie form the other room yelling at us to take the family photo albums and run. Rushing to her bedroom we each take an armful and run out of the house. Looking back as we run I can see the two of them holding each other and slowing solidifying.