I was driving over to my parents' house, which they had rented out to Barry Bonds (why not?). A hurricane seemed to have struck, which is a bit unlikely as my folks live in Boulder -- but the vegetation all looked much more Southeastern, so maybe they moved.
I drove past (and over, I think) downed power lines, to arrive at the house, which was a mess. There was popcorn with mold on it, which chilled me considerably. I knew (in the dream) my parents had a new dog, and I was worried that I couldn't hear it barking.
I walked out, and there was the dog, dead (note: not the family's real-life dog), and my parents, cooking (note: they weren't cooking the dog).
According to the book I'm reading right now, some residents of the Peloponnese believe (or believed) that your dreams are prophecies of the opposite -- i.e. dreaming of death means life. I'm not sure what this dream means, except that my parents probably won't be renting out to Barry Bonds.