Grim Reaper

Last night I dreamt of the grim reaper.  It was a actually a disconnected series of dream blips that began with a voice startling me awake by saying, "she died before he returned home."  Then followed flashes of a young woman - maybe early 20s - giggling and bubbly, claiming to be the grim reaper; images of my dearly departed dog, Anna, all emaciated and sick; and repeated messages of, "it's almost time" and "her time is soon."