I see my deceased brother come out of his room, and he was in a chipper mood, he even decided to show my little sister about Amiibos in Smash 4, I had a Samus amiibo in that dream to, I was thinking "No this isn't real" I felt like crying, next thing I knew, he was huging me tight, comforting me.
I know how you feel. I remember when my grandfather died I was little and I would start to see him in my dreams. The one that really got me was one where he hugged me and I told him I was glad to see him again.
This is different for me, actually. My father died over 3 years ago, and coincidentally, just this night, he appeared in a dream of mine. However, I only realised a few seconds after waking up that that was remarkable.
Earlier, less long after my father died, he appeared more often. However, I don't recognise what you're saying, being glad to see him again. I was often a bit annoyed in my dream, as in real life my brain was trying to process my father being dead, and now he was suddenly alive again. So I'd say to him "You're supposed to be dead!".
I'm pretty sure help from God's holy spirit is required. I doubt Daniel would have been able to interpret Nebuchadnezzar's dreams solely on his own merits.
That said, I feel like mobius's dream is probably not a divine message. 
At 'Debate and Argumentation', at my current study (that is almost over, I'm both very happy and sad about that), the first 'theorem' (I looked for the right word, but couldn't find it, I'll hope this is it... or perhaps 'preposition'?) we had to debate about was (translated from Dutch): "A Christian should let his life be lead by his nightly dreams."
What I got out of the debate is that dreams aren't always useful to interpret, and sometimes it's hard to tell whether they're from God or not. As such, I think Christians shouldn't let their lives be lead by regular, every-night dreams.
Some things about my own experiences: when I was young, I often had lucid nightmares. I'd know I was in a nightmare, and I'd be very scared. I'd hear my heart pound, and I used to think that that pounding sound was the sound of impending doom. At some point, more and more often I'd let myself be killed by the bad guy in those nightmares, so I'd wake up.
Then at one point, I realised I could actually open my eyes, instead of committing suicide. That was a lot more pleasant of a way for a dream to end. Since then, I've tried to wake up as soon as I noticed I was inside a nightmare. Sometimes I could open my eyes without much effort, but other times I didn't succeed right away. I discovered that terror shock would help me to end the dream. For example, I recall a time when I was cycling with some other people, in a nightmare. I wanted the nightmare to end, but couldn't open my eyes. So I decided to throw my handlebar to the right and drive off the road, into the water. Well, that woke me up.

The older I get, the less often I get nightmares. And during more pleasant dreams, I don't become lucid. I don't realise I'm dreaming. So because of that I don't have too much experience doing interesting things in dreams.
There were a few times, however, when I was having a nightmare and I became lucid, but it was quite a tame nightmare. So I said to myself "This is actually interesting, I won't wake up just yet." I'd make sure I wouldn't forget I was dreaming, so I could wake up whenever I got into real danger, but I could keep on experiencing the dream longer if I extended waking up. This is really interesting to me. It's been quite a while since I last had that, though.
There are two other special dreaming experiences I've had as a kid that I'd like to share. One of them was when I had a non-lucid dream, and then some weeks or months later, I was back in that dream. And then if I recall correctly, that happened another time. The only thing I remember for sure (I've got a vague location image, but it's too vague to share faithfully) is that in that original dream
and the two follow-up dreams I had got the Ragdoll Cannon game with 170 levels. I wrote '120' at first, from memory, but the things is, that game actually exists. It's referenced at the
title screen here. And as a kid I once installed it, but only the first 10 or so levels were available, which made me really sad.
So the big thing about those dreams was that I had the full Ragdoll Cannon game with all 170 levels, and all three times when I got that dream I was extremely happy, and when I woke up I was very disappointed.

If only I could once play all those levels in real life... it must've existed, right?...
And then secondly: I once had a very long and special dream, where I had a guardian angel. I remember three locations: at the earliest I was walking in the ditch of a very long road, towards some kind of medieval building. At the second I was in the block I then lived, and I made up a song. And I actually remembered that song, and as a kid I'd sometimes sing it in the house. I am quite amazed by making up a song while I was asleep.

At the third I was in a car, on the passenger's seat, and I was driving the wrong way. Then my guardian angel appeared again (I'm quite certain she was in other parts of the dream too, but I can only remember this specific appearance), and took the wheel to get me to safety.
Now, the most interesting thing about this dream was that eventually... I died. I unfortunately don't remember how. But as said before, usually when I got into danger I'd wake up, either from the shock or because I realised I was dreaming and opened my eyes. This dream, though, I wasn't lucid - it also wasn't a nightmare. But I died.
And then... there was a staff roll. The credits played.
That made me laugh out loud, and
that's what woke me up.
