Nighmares

Last night must have been bad. I had a horrible dream:

Me and Corrinn (my best friend in idaho) were at Jere's (my grandma) house but it was different. A lot creepier. We were sleeping in the ditch/cave kind of things. Maybe like a rabbit hole? We slept with our feet towards the opening and only about our shoulders up were actually in the hole. We could see behind us a lot of bones and skeletons. One was a rabbit that still had decomposing flesh on it and another I thought was the skeleton of a silverback gorrilla because apparently they used to come out in my grandmas fields in "the old days." This all made sense in my mind... Then we saw a human skeleton. Didn't even think twice about it and fell asleep. In the morning we both woke up at the same time and Corinn stretched with her hands high above her head then brought them back down and her entire right hand had been eaten to the bone by some mysterious....something. We freaked out and then she looked at me and there was a hole on the right side of my jaw that had been eaten away all the way through to my teeth. I went inside to get Jere and Corinn stayed inside. I got inside and me and Jere both ran out to Corinn but by the time we had gotten there, for some reason Corinn had broken her skeletal hand off. By the way, it was bloody or white bone either. It was like mummy bones that had been sitting for years. Brown and creepy...The flesh around the wounds was shredded and somewhat decomposing. She broke the fingers off first, then all of it at the wrist. I remember wondering at that point why neither of us were in pain. Then we all went inside and we were scared that someone was outside for some reason. I looked in a mirror multiple times and asked people if the hole on my face was still there. They kept telling me yes and seemed to be on the verge of being annoyed so I didn't ask anymore but for some reason, I couldn't see or feel it. I remember when I looked into the mirror I also noticed a mole on my face. Like on my cheek. There was something to do with Jeremy (my brother) when we came in, I think he way laying on his stomach on the floor, it was a wood floor, and I was scared of him for some reason. I don't know why. Then we were talking to Jere in the living room about what we could do about our wounds and she had some kind of medicine. I don't remember what she said but I remember the image it put in my mind. It was something to the effect of a grub worm or little white squishy bug being squished in a piece of paper. Maybe we were supposed to apply that to the area or something. Jere was like a witch doctor in the dream...That's all I remember.