It sounds like a great dream... and maybe a promise of meetings to come.

I remember a dream I had years ago that remains vivid and although bizzarre was filled with happiness.

I dreamed I was standing at my patio window and cats were coming to the porch. It was raining and I went out to greet them only to find it was all the cats I have ever had that died. I looked down at the garden where many were buried and the rain was washing them all free and alive again. Tiny kits and old ones were all alive and healthy and coming from all corners full of purrs. I sat down with them and was surrounded by all my friends again and my tears of happiness were like the rain.

Crazy maybe, but it is a memory from which I draw strength.