Dreams

Do you ever wake up and wonder why there are monsters or flying cows in your dreams?  I've always been an avid dreamer.  My dreams are filled with vibrant colors and realistic occurrences.  While I've always dreamed (haha like that pun?) of writing a book or movie from one of my dreams, I've never really had the gusto to get it started.
Anyways, enough rambling.  Last night I had a very strange dream.  Jesse and I lived in a large house.  My main job was to be a hostess and nurse of all of our guests...filling the 25+ bedrooms in our house.  Jesse's main job was to save those people staying at our estate from whatever problem they were struggling with.  Some had ulcers, others were haunted by memories, and others were just plain crazy.  Jesse wore a black cape that if he chose, he could instantly do a little shake or something and the person's problem would vanish.  People traveled from all over to see him...hmmm...sounds vaguely familiar.
Well, one night a young man arrived to our home and asked to see Jesse.  I escorted him in and showed him to his room.  Moments later as I was shutting the door behind me to leave him alone, he walked through the door and burst into a blue burning flame.  I screamed and tried to put the fire out, but nothing would extinguish the flames. 
So as not to bore you with the complete dream, I'll cut to the end.  After days and days of this man suddenly appearing beside me and throwing flames at me, I finally grabbed him and shook him violently.  I screamed, "Why are you here?  Why do you keep attacking me with fire without intending to harm me?"  As the last word slipped of my tongue, his face changed from a tense young man to a calm, kind man.  He said, "I represent your heart and mind." 
Then I woke up.
In the Bible, dreams meant something.  Because I can almost always remember my dreams, I wonder if sometimes my dreams mean something.
Hmmm