I often dream of my husband, even though he died 12 years ago, and some of the dreams are very ordinary - but some are bizarre. I had a vivid dream, recently, where he and I were in a garden tearing a striped flanelette sheet into 3" wide strips (!)
I have no idea why we were doing it but I felt very happy and comfortable. Oh, and we were both a lot younger - mid 30s or so.
I don't think this is any sort of a sign but I bet a psychoanalyst could have a field day with it.
