Stubbornness

One of my sisters (in reality this particular sister and I have had somewhat of a strained relationship) and I were dusting and cleaning the home of a married couple who were once very close with our parents, and we were doing this to show them honor. They told us that we didn’t have to do this, and I said, “ Yes we do! After all you’ve done for us, and putting up with us when we were children!“ There were many people at their house, like a family reunion of sorts. People inside and outside the home. The scene changed, and I was sitting in the kitchen at a large farmhouse style table, and across from me were about 7-8 children (boys and girls) ranging in ages from 12 years old and younger. The oldest child was a boy, and he was 12. All these children belonged to the same parents, so they were siblings. I had been introduced to their parents. The children all had light colored hair, like a sandy blonde, and blue eyes. The house was a simple farm house and was set in the country, like on a farm. As I was sitting at the table, the back door was open and I could see outside. There were a few people out there, on a green grassy field. Then I knew a tornado was coming, and I could feel the wind in my hair, but I wasn’t afraid. I was helping to get everyone into a safe place. As we were sitting in the safe place, I was sitting across from my sister from the first part of the dream. We were planning on going somewhere as soon as the storm passed, and she said, “You’re not going to wear THAT are you?” She didn’t like what I was wearing, like she felt that it was not appropriate attire for where we were going. I had on a pink, orange, and white shirt, white pants, and black shoes. It felt like she was embarrassed that my shoes didn’t match what I was wearing. I said to her, “God looks at the heart, not at what I wear. An humble and contrite spirit is what He desires. I’m not going to be ruled by what I wear. I’m not changing.“ It made her mad that I wasn't going to change. Then I woke up.