I'm in a room as if at a school. Through the window I see my grandmother, who has come to see some sort of doctor. I'm surprised that she has figured out how to get here, as in real life her mind is not capable of such planning. I follow her. She is walking (in life she is confined to a wheelchair).

She is meeting this guy to erase some memories that she apparently doesn't want to remember. She sits with him in the cafeteria discussing it, and now she looks like my sister Keta. I'm thinking, knowing the conditions of grandma's mind, that this is not a good idea, but I don't seem to interact with them. The "doctor" puts some things on the table that look like contact lenses, but they are pills, and grandma/Keta takes them.