I once had a dream where me and some of my best guy friends were all holding hands and skipping around our town at night. We came across a garden that had giant round sunflower heads (they were the size of beach balls) that were really sticky. We made a game out of picking them up and kicking them onto objects like tree trunks, street signs, and buildings, so they got stuck. Whoever’s got stuck the highest up won the game. Later on, we decided that we didn’t like the road in front of my house, so we dug it up (apparently regular old shovels will go right through concrete) and built our own cave.
So… no, I don’t really think dreams have any meaning.
Maybe I should lay off the caffeine a bit.