I was in my old house, visiting my dying grandmother. (She actually died in 2006) When I said something and stormed out of the house upset and wanting to kill someone. (None of my family caused it.) For some reason, my grandmother thouht she caused it, so, from her death-bed, she leapt up out of her chair and raced out of the house after me, grabbing me and holding onto me and telling me not to do it, (whatever it was I had left to do,) and how sorry she was, and how it wasn’t something I should do just because of her. (I think maybe someone had done something to her that pissed me off.) She was so sick and unhealthy… I was almost choking up as I promised her I wouldn’t do what I was going to do. She calmed down immediately, got this really docile look on her face like the whole world was missing, and then went limp in my arms… She was light so I barely noticed. The rest of the family had come out to see what was going on and to take her back inside. I think she was basically dead at that point and we were just waiting for her body to die, but idk for sure. They took her back inside and I raged quietly at the world. It was, apropo, a dull grey cloudy day.