We are nostalgic, I think, not for old times, but for old dreams.
Our dreams can be many things, but I tend to think that MY dreams are my subconscious, attempting to work out conflicting issues, or perhaps remembering an instance, whether it be good or bad, and working through it. So I do not take them seriously as “signs.”
I enjoy my dreams, for the most part. Once in awhile I enjoy leaving them. Randomly I dream about haunted houses (spooky and I awaken frightened), seeing people that were dead and aren’t. They are usually doing something, not looking at me, but I am looking at them. Again, it’s my soul working it out. Once I had this strange dream about a grandfather I’d never met. I said, “I thought you were dead, that’s what everyone said.” He just said, “I know, but I’m not.” I found my grandmother and told her and said, “you said he was dead.” She said, “I know…he’s not.” (Makes you want to laugh, doesn’t it?)
I have read that we are the universe. This is true to an extent, no one can experience the same thing we experience, their perspective is different, they are standing next to you, so they see everything from an entirely different point of view, even at those few feet. So, we see things from our own perspective and make use (or dispose) of the experience in our life.
While this quote by Robert Brault is probably written with experiences in mind, I found it to be an answer to my random dreams.