Lightning Bolts and Vineyards

I had a crazy dream.

I know where the components came from.  I don't know what the dream means.  Hubby deciphered it his way, I interpreted it another.  I'll tell you what I remember and let you decide.

I was walking in a vineyard. Instead of grapes, the vines produced ice cream cones.  They looked like curly-topped, soft-serve vanilla, my favorite.  I reached down to pluck one, of course, but most of them were covered with bugs.  When I found a clean one, I sampled it.  It was more like a green banana.  It had little flavor, no sweetness, not what I expected at all.

I looked around for another, but all I saw was clouds gathering.  I couldn't find my car.  A lightning bolt came down at dizzying speed. Then it paused right in front of me, grew to immense proportion, spun around and plunged into my heart.  It was hot, but left no damage and no pain.  I had no fear of the lightning bolt.  When I opened my eyes, though, there was no vineyard. Everything was gone.

I began to run in the way dreams work, running endlessly and not getting anywhere.  At last I came to another vineyard and collapsed in relief. The storm had ended.  The sky was as blue as it only gets in the autumn.  There were no grapes here, either.  Instead, bottles of celebration wine were tucked among the twigs.  It was the best wine I ever had.  I drank until I finally slept, covered with grape leaves.

That's the gist.  There were some other things, too, but I don't remember how they fit into the story.  There were dogs, large and small.  I had a sense of being near a park I know, but there are no grapes there.  There was coffee, but when I tried to grasp it, it was out of my reach.

I know that dreams are part subconscious, part life.  I know they can come from deep within, or from without.  Do they mean something, anything at all?  I think they do, but how do we know how to interpret?  What a crazy dream that was!  I ask you, what was it telling me?  Are the vines representing life? A person?  What is that lightning all about?

I did some daydreaming, some pondering, but no serious research.

Maybe it was just the meanderings of an almost-senior mind?