Broken Egg Dream

Yesterday evening I took a nap and had an interesting dream, I'd like to hear some of your thoughts on it. It started out that I was sitting in the back of my grandparents old car (one that they had throughout my whole childhood), it was myself, my mom (I didn't see her face but I knew it was her), and someone else who had gotten out of the car, who I couldn't quite make out. I think it might have been my dad, but again I'm not sure, other than that the person was male. We were parked in my grandparents driveway and the first thing that struck me was how beautiful everything was, it was a clear summer day and color of the grass, sky, and flowers in their yard were all so vivid. I haven't had a dream this clear and colorful in a long time. Everything felt calm and serene.

Anyway, I got out of the car and started walking to the house, as I approached the front porch, I bent down and picked up three stones that were laying in the soil by their shrubs.
One of the stones was white and had crevices in it, it looked almost like a piece of coral or the moon if it were a stone. The other two were smooth and tan in color.
As I looked at the stones, I could hear two females talking on the porch, but I never saw their faces. The whole while I was on the porch, my point of view was facing downward, only seeing the ground, their legs/feet, and the bottom of my grandparents front door. The two females, one of which I think was my mom again and the other person seemed to be an actress. The woman who I thought was my mom, was explaining a scene in a script and apparently the script was from a film I was trying to shoot (in real life I'm a production designer on films). The across seemed slightly annoyed because I had replaced some object in the script to stones, and she wasn't aware of the stones before hand.
Then I heard another voice coming from inside the house, I have no idea who this person was but it was another female. She was arguing back and forth with my mom about who's fault it was that the actress wasn't notified of the change in the script. My reaction to this argument was pretty indifferent, I acknowledged the problem and then just kind of shrugged it off and continued into the house, because this was an issue that they were supposed to take care of, not me...

Then I went into the kitchen, where I saw my grandmother (who died several years ago, and I don't dream about her often). Again, I couldn't see her face clearly but I knew it was her and I could see her body. She was talking but I couldn't tell what she was saying and she wasn't talking to me. I stood behind her and she was holding her hand up, palm facing back towards me. In her hand was a cracked egg, and what stood out to me was the yoke, it was really big, almost filling her entire palm, and bright yellow. For a moment all I could see was her hand holding this egg, as clear as day. The egg white was dripping down her arm, and I told her something along the lines of "Careful it doesn't drip on your clothes". She seemed startled, as if she didn't even realize that the egg had broken in her hand, and she said "OH! It didn't get on my blouse did it?" and started checking to make sure her white blouse was clean, which it was, except for the sleeve on the arm that held the egg. A little of the egg white had dripped on her sleeve, but I didn't say anything about it, I just pushed her sleeve down a little. Then the dream was over.

Any thoughts on what some of this could mean or symbolize?