Tell me your dream and how you interpret it. I'll tell you mine.?

Question

I was in this large open area where this guy and I supposed to eat or go shopping in, sort of like a town square. The place: well decorated. Scenic views: breathtaking. There were a ton of dark greens and blues illuminating all around. I was waiting for someone. Later He comes in and we hug for a long time, I said something like “I missed you” or “so happy to see you”. He had short blonde hair, like he did back then. He said something like, “Oh, I forgot to but I promised you that I would buy you a Japanese Sedan. I was wondering when he said that and it struck me that we had known each other longer than that, but we just didn’t remember too well. We were entangled in each other for a long time and he would not let go of me. We walked over to our booth/table and he held me as I did the same. I talked to him a lot and we got to know each other more. I was very happy and excited about seeing and spending the day with him. Later we departed and I was afraid I would never see him again..

This dream is about not love and desire but rather about my inability to find true meaning in everything I do in my day to day life.
[My forgetting I knew the guy]: Sometimes I forget to mention God or forget to mention what my purpose for doing such things like for instance, giving gifts: If I give something but forget that I wanted to give because I have never given up anything in my life, rather I give because I want to appease then there I am a soul that should be forgotten. In that gift, there will be an empty hole, not a golden ring.

[My being too happy]: Silly dreams that ponder afloat in my mind I hold to dearly. And dreams that are too close for me to grasp to cannot put my arms outstretched, therefore I pretend to be happy and I pretend to smile because it’s all that people want. It’s all people need from me and that’s all I can give besides my opinion and happy heart.
[My holding on]: That too many times I cannot feel as if I am too dependent though in the end, I am begging someone instead of finding my own foot dirty in the ground. This is a result due to my needs that always spawn from the inevitable wants of the circumstance.

[My being afraid]: Though I tell everyone I’m not afraid of death or anything for that matter, I am afraid of myself. Because the only way it seems that people will not come back to me is because I have scared them off with fingers so poison that it may either be a medicine or a drug.

Answer 1

Don't believe in them. To me a dream is just a dream.