Dream means nothing.

I remembered during my depression time there is one time where the dream seemed so real. I dreamed being in a white hall, with the lights shining so bright on a white bed where we dressed in white and she came on to me, kissing me before telling me she truly loved me and lets reunite.

We hugged, and not long after I woke up in the darkness and felt as numb. Thats it. Reality was she was already pregnant and will be delivering soon.

I somehow think it is the way the brain perceives your previous partners as 'the one' but eventually such dreams will subside after we moved on. Man, I would rather watch porn and satisfy myself rather than going back to that crazy slut even if she came back.