A Storm, Death, and Transformation.

[MightyPirateGuybrush]

I had this dream last night, and it's been in my mind all day (which is a bit of an oddity in itself, as I rarely remember my dreams). I'm not sure if it means anything, but I thought I'd see what other's thought, as well.

It was some time during the day, though I'm not really sure when (possibly mid-afternoon?), and there was this huge storm going on. Really heavy rain, incredible winds and lightning everywhere. I was at my grandmother's watching a report on the storm on TV (I live out of town, but spend the time during the day when I don't have classes at nan's), but for some reason decided to go to my aunty's, who lives in the next street down.

As you might expect, heading out into a big storm, even if you're only going some 300 meters, isn't exactly a bright idea. I don't remember exactly how it happened (maybe the lightning got me, perhaps the winds blew a tree branch or a power pole or something onto me), but I died.

That wasn't the end of it, though. Seems I survived, or was brought back to life or something, because I certainly wasn't dead. Neither, however, was I myself. I'd become a young girl, somewhere in the age range of 10-12 (which is a bit of a change, starting off as a 19-year-old male).

Things are a little hazy after that, though. I think I eventually made it to my aunt's (I believe the storm may have cleared up by the time I came to), and spent the rest of the dream attempting, to the best of my ability, to explain what happened to my aunty, then my mother, and I seem to recall some conversations with some other relatives, but I'm really not sure what they were about, along with some day-to-day stuff before I eventually woke up.

Looking briefly at a dream dictionary tells me that death and transformation both have to do with change, while the storm is something to do with loss, "unexpressed fears or emotions" or "the rising of spirit within".

I'm interested to hear other people's thoughts.