It is disappointing that only one person has shared a real dream. Probably like everyone else, I believe that most dreams mean nothing and that our faith is not in dreams, but in God. Of course, God can give someone a blessing through a dream. No one should take pride in dreams, but neither should one be ashamed of a good dream.
“And it shall be in the last days, God says, 'that I will pour forth of my Spirit on all mankind; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.’” (Acts 2:17)
I have had about 4 significant dreams in my life. I am an old man now, and two of those have been in the last two years. The first significant dream I had was when I was about 17 years old. I dreamed that Christ had returned. I was sitting on the ground in a circle of people and Christ was giving communion/the Eucharist. That was all there was to the dream. A few days later I told the dream to the one person who was the circle in the dream that I knew—I barely knew her. We knew each other from a summer program in which a large group of youth were practicing a play organized by a local college. I had no idea what she believed about God. To my surprise, she was very appreciative. She said she had been asking God if she was really a Christian. She took the dream as the answer.