Last night I had two dreams I can recall.
This one was before the other one. I was in a large house with my sister. We were in a room, and other family was elsewhere. We were looking out of the huge windows at the sky. The clouds roiled below, black and violent. The windows looked out only at sky, I do not know if we were very high up, or if the world was shaped differently.
The lightning began, great rumbling archs of it racing through the clouds, up to higher, lighter clouds. We were excited, we loved watching the storms. We grabbed blankets and warm clothes, and ran to get to a sort of deck that was near the top of the house. On the way there we ran into our cousin Pieter, whom we convinced to come along. We told him “Bring your jacket, but don’t put it on until you’re outside, or you’ll be freezing.”