I believe dreams are just figments of your imagination and don't actually represent anything that may happen in the future.
A couple of my dreams:
dream #1
I was on a school bus with Jack and James (you guys don't know them) and we got dropped off at the Grand Canyon. Except everything was Styrofoam (white Styrofoam). James got lost and Jack and I went looking for him. We found James in a ditch about a mile deep (don't know how I knew the distance, I just did). When I looked in the hole, James was trying to eat his way out of it. *End*
dream.... correction: nightmare #2
(#) is the age at the time
I was in my dad's old backyard (it had bamboo shoots everywhere) and it was nighttime and there were tiki torches everywhere. My brother Matthew (9) was lying face up in the grass while my other brother, James (13) and I (8) were standing next to him crying. My dad was leaning over Matt on his knees with a butcher knife and he cut Matt open from his
head slicing down longways. James and I were bawling while my dad continued to slice Matt open with an evil gleam in his eye. It terrifies me to this day to even think about it, let alone write it out. I've never told
anyone about this dream ever before. It was my worst nightmare. After having this nightmare I had to sleep in my moms bed for a week. I didn't even tell her why. She was pretty confused though.