I don't pay much attention to dreams. I like the good ones, the bad ones can't hurt me. Every once in a while a really bad one will cause some immediate fear. I rebuke satan, say a quick pray to my Father, and go back to sleep. I change the channel in my head and try not to replay the bad dreams. I have only felt that God has talked to me in a dream one time (at least that I can remember). It was to ease my mind about the death of a friend's 9 year old daughter. I have thanked him for allowing me some sweet ones. I am not sure if he authored them. About a year ago I had a dream in which I enjoyed a very small conversation and a bad cigar with my deceased Grandfather. It was so real, slightly humorous. I still cherish that dream as I write this. It was good so I thanked God when I woke up.