That's very interesting Alexander, I find dreams quite fascinating. I think my oddest one was this from a few years ago:
I kept having a recurring dream about a large white mausoleum which stood alone; I had no idea what it meant. Night after night I'd find myself standing on the top step of this large white monument in front of the locked doors asking "Who are you?" and "Why am I here?"
A few months later my cousin died, her funeral was arranged and she was to be buried at St Pancras and Islington cemetery in North London. It was a freezing cold and wet January day and we were in the cars leaving the cemetery when we passed a mausoleum exactly the same as the one I dreamt about. It was the mausoleum. I shuddered. I hadn't noticed it before as it was in a part of the cemetery I had never been to. I got the car to drop me off at the gate and sneaked back for a better look. The name on it was "Mond" but I didn't know anything about whom it belonged to. I had a look around and secured the lock on the door, which had been tampered with. I cleaned up some broken glass and rubbish. There had been a recent fire at the rear of the mausoleum and I got goose bumps when I had the distinct feeling that it could have been a black magic ritual. I then tried to figure out how I could run some power cables in the following weekend to start jet washing the stone, as it badly needed cleaning. I figured that there were no relatives left alive to take care of it so if they couldn't, I would. That night I had the same dream again and was again asking, "Who are you, please tell me who you are?"
A week later I picked up the evening newspaper to find an article on Ludwig Mond detailing how someone had died whilst trying to arrange cleaning of the stonework etc, it was a relative of Lord Melcher. Mond was a Chemist and industrialist who had invented a process for recovering sulphur during the manufacture of alkali and also developed a producer gas known by his name. He was cofounder and director of Brunner-Mond in 1872, which became the world's largest producer of alkalis. Another outstanding discovery of his was nickel carbonyl, a gas formed from carbon monoxide and metallic nickel. He developed one of the first hydrogen-oxygen fuel cells. He had links to Rentokil whom I worked for at the time.
That night I dreamt about, yes, you've guessed, the mausoleum again. This time an elderly well dressed man approached me and thanked me for fixing the lock. I've never dreamt about it again. I can only assume that Mond needed to contact someone to fix the door to prevent vandalism and knew that the relative was going to die before he got the chance so he picked me!
Arriving back at the cemetery a few days later I discovered someone had already beaten me to the cleaning - obviously I was just the locksmith! Now when I visit the cemetery I usually make a point of stopping off and leaving him a single flower. I also make sure the door is still secure. If it wasn't I'm sure he'd let me know!