This is why I don't believe that dreams have any magical, hidden meanings (even if they're super cool).
Ages ago, I once woke up in the middle of the night after a dream. I knew that I had dreamed something important, and that I had to write it down before I forgot it. The only thing handy was my phone, so I entered a memo to myself, then lay back down and went to sleep.
The next day, I remembered how badly I'd wanted to remember something, but the dream itself was forgotten. The memo was exactly as the title says: Gendr raisignment, zombai prep kill girl. I often wonder what that sequence of words was supposed to mean, but have come to the conclusion that dreams are really nothing more than random images that occasionally resemble what we've been thinking a lot about (which is why I dream about kittens a lot), but are mostly just gibberish.
Still, I wish I could remember that dream. It must have been epic.