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.