I dream of fish

Dream last night, that I have to record. Full of fish and fish skeleton, many of each but mostly bones hanging from a low roof of wooden pavilion/house, and an assortment of pictures, memories, and commentaries of/on my Papa. In one shot my grandma is looking at a young picture of him. She says sadly that he had been so fun and lively before, as if simultaneously he were alive and recently dead. She is distant. In waking life my grandpa is alive but seriously declining since his brain aneurysm over twenty years ago, arm in a sling and walks with a cane, doesn't speak well, used to be a jazz drummer and feed me ice cream. In the dream it was necessary to retrieve firewood. I went with a cousin, whom I don’t know well, to a place outside the woods, where an enormous tree grew. I don’t think I could see the top. In the tree were, of course, limbs and also cut logs balanced in the limbs. This was normal. My cousin and I began removing some and cutting some down. He was holding a 22-oz. Red Stripe. I don’t believe those exist. I had brought a 12-pack of some light-colored beer, cans, to the tree with us, for him. The scene rapidly flashes back and forth from the tree to the pavilion/house. Images of my grandpa flash, images of fish. A close-up: an entire whale skeleton, miniature to about the size of my forearm including my hand, which I believe to have contained more bone mass than a whale does. I poked at it with my pointer fingernail. It hung by a string, as did all the others which had less bone bass, mainly single bones strung together. Near the enormous tree was a pit—or the pit may have been instead or also at the pavilion/house—full of live fish. There was no fish scent given their overwhelming abundance.