I got on a bus and went to the back of it where i found a seat. I sat down. My grandma (who passed away in real life) was sitting next to me. The bus started driving. She called me to the front of the bus where there was a grill and food was cooking on it. I went and sat down. She gave me sweets. I almost cried of happiness to see her and that she is sharing her favorite food with me.
We arrived to the destination and i got off the bus. I lost her in the crowd of people. I went to this greenhouse. I went inside and got to the kitchen. I started cooking there. There were more chefs in it, cooking. I heard a noise and went outside. There were 10-14 year old kids with machetes and curved swords- fighting with each other and killing each other.