When Pocahontas Died...

Could anyone offer some insight on this dream? All feedback welcome and appreciated.

In this dream I was supposed to be Pocahontas. And I died.

Grandmother Willow then unleashed herself from her tree, looking more human, young, womanly than the old-age Disney film portrayal. A powerful-looking spirit, she took to the skies. As she ascended, I noticed that her outspread arms resembled visual wind, rainbow colors.

Note: As far as my personal life goes, I have had it a little rough the past couple of days. Insecurities returning to me, pretty much. One or two fall outs.


Thanks guys.