Dream related to the tornado that fucked up my town in the USA when I was 3 yrs old (I think it was a dream at least, probably little me's way of processing a disaster), or me at 4 yrs old claiming that I'm a boy in front of a mirror. Both memories are smth I still have somewhere treasured in my head.

Fun Fact: I've had tornado and storm dreams a lot, though it didn't really start until I was a preteen. And honestly 4 yr old me was just being real, bro knew my identity a lil too early HELP