I was jogging down the road, and I see an overgrown yard on the side, just past an old red wooden house.  I go into the yard and come across a large gravestone (the type that stands perpendicular to the ground, about a yard long, knee high, and maybe four inches thick?).  I stand there looking at it for a moment, and I get the feeling that maybe I'm in the body of someone else.  It feels like I'm in a woman's body even though I'm a man IRL.  As I'm standing there, I notice that's the grave of a mother who died of a terminal disease, and there's a grave for her young daughter right beside it.  I don't really look at what's written on the stone, but the story feels like it's decades old and that everyone has forgotten about them, just like their graves lie hidden behind the overgrowth in the yard.  Slowly, I turn away and keep jogging, then I wake up.

Comments: I'm not sure what to think of this dream.  I think it has some significant symbolism, but I can't quite divine it. I'm torn between whether this is something external or some aspect of myself that's been 'buried'.  Thoughts?