To kill a moose

I'm going to be posting occasional dreams here. I tend to have vivid, memorable dreams that can affect me for days. If you have any insights into their meaning, they're always appreciated.

Last night I dreamt that a was in Eustis, Me., hunting a moose. I shot it with two arrows and, with a third one, killed it. My grandparents used to live in Eustis; and I found out last weekend that my grandmother has non-operable cancer. While I don't remotely think I am responsible for her cancer, I do feel a little guilty that I have barely communicated with her in the last eight years. I awoke from the dream really shaken and sad - because I would never want to kill a moose.