When I was 10 years old, I had this puppy called Arcaninetales
(call me a Pokemon fan, but it was my bro who suggested that
name.) She was my own personal pet, and I adored her,
Unfortunately, she got sick of something. Bad luck forever in
those days--she died before we could pinpoint the cause and take
her to the vet. That night, I remember crying and crying. It was
awful...like I would never be happy again. Later that night, I had
a dream. I was standing in some clouds, and there were stars all
around. In front of me was my puppy...with wings. Very weird, I
know. In my dream, I was patting her on the head, and she gave me
a look that seemed to suggest understanding. Then I woke up. End
of Part 1.

It was a loooooong time before I had another one of these weird
dreams. This time, the culprit was a hand-woven yarn bracelet I
had bought from my classmate. It was a favorite accessory of mine,
so when it got lost, I was...well, disappointed. That night, I
dreamed that I was standing in front of the cabinet that holds my
collection of horse ceramics. I dreamed seeing my bracelet looped
around one of the horses. The next morning, I searched for it
among my collection, and there it was! The only difference was
that it was behind a jade horse instead of looped around the neck
of an ivory one, but I found it all the same.

The last time I had another dream was when I was trying to fix my
brother's zoid (one of those assemble-it-yourself robots from the
anime series). I finally finished it, except for these 2 parts.
When I had a dream, I dreamed that I was holding the parts in one
hand, the zoid in the other. In my dream, I slid the parts behind
the arms. I tried it next morning...perfect fit!

That's all from me about my dreams, I guess.