Mammatus

I've had this dream in the back of my head for some time now, but over a year ago, I had a dream about hail. I tend to be the type to have dreams about natural disasters, specifically severe thunderstorms, because I am a storm chaser. However, this one is the one that caught me off guard, especially given the events of the next day.

In my dream, I am at my grandmother's house. It's the middle of the summer, and about 3 or 4 PM. We are sitting in their living room, talking about the weather and waiting for my grandfather to get home. He drives a semi to and from New Jersey and occasionally Chicago and Michigan. Just as he pulls in the drive way, the sky outside starts to turn pitch black, the clouds churning with instability. A violent storm starts, just as he makes it into the house.

My grandparents have two dogs and in this dream one of them, Ginger, dives under the kitchen table for cover while whimpering in fear; something she doesn't usually do.

The storm is short lived, and begins to calm down or so we think. Suddenly, a series of large "BANG"s resonate from outside and when I glance out the window, I am horrified at what I see.

There is a hail storm outside with hail coming down in the size of soccer balls.

I beckon my aunt over to the window and she looks at us in fear.

Then I woke up.

The next day, while sitting on the couch, my grandparents were talking about the Bible. I am not a Christian, nor am I a Jehovah's Witness like they are. I consider myself a Pantheist with Buddhist and Daoist influences. I typically ignore what they have to say, but the one thing that caught my attention was that my grandma had begun to talk about hail.

She had asked my grandfather to convert the measuring units they were using in the book so that she could imagine the size of the hail they were speaking of. It came out to be roughly the size of a soccer ball.

It freaked me out, and I wondered if there could be some sort of symbol or meaning to this dream that I was having.