I don't remember many of my dreams, and good thing, too, because when I do they're almost always vivid nightmares.
I think all dreams have some meaning to them; you just have to figure out what.
Here's an example of a precognitive nightmare:
For some unknown reason I appeared to be driving an '87 Impala with a stick-shift and a carburetor. I don't think they exist in reality.
My trunk, however, was full of advanced weaponry. Some not so advanced, such as swords. And when I say advanced, I mean advanced. Like laser pistols, and hand-held rotary guns.
And my trunk was just stuffed with them, along with your basic high-capacity semi-automatic pistols, shotguns and maybe a sniper rifle.
Not so surprisingly, I ended up having to kill two guys trying to steal my car. And the reason I was driving such a primitive car is because in reality I can repair everything on it. I can use a lot of weapons, too, though I have no idea where the laser pistol and rotary gun came from.
Let's just say you can make every weapon that exists in a fully-stocked machine shop - and I have seen the entire setup in a detached garage. And with 3-D printing these days...
Now here's the kicker: there were no women anywhere.
When I thought about this, I realized what was going on: in a societal collapse women are going to end up in some sort of fortified compound. There will none in public. That's why there were no women in my dreams.
Contrary to women's delusions, they are completely helpless on their own, and their safety is assured only through the good graces of some men. Not all men. If men became savages, women would be raped and then most probably murdered...along with some men. Think Mad Max.
If our soft technological society collapsed, women's freedom would collapse along with it. They couldn't make it on their own, in the slightest. How many women can repair a car or even change a tire? How many can shoot a firearm, or know how to dissemble one? That girl with the bow-and-arrow in The Hunger Games? Pure fantasy.
I once had a girlfriend who had a MBA and made $120,000 a year. I could never get her to fire a pistol. Her hands sweated even holding one.
When I was a kid I read a story titled, A Boy and His Dog, by Harlan Ellison (made into a movie of the same name, with Don Johnson, looking about 16).
Society had collapsed, so technological civilization had moved underground, while feral men lived in the ruins above-ground.
Where do you think all the women were kept? You know where. Underground.
One excessively horny and promiscuous woman did sneak aboveground to sample the savagery, and not surprisingly she ended up not only dead but eaten by a dog.
My dream was telling me that sooner or later civilization will, let's say, "go backwards" in some form or another, and when it does, women's parasitical, make-work jobs (which is about 99.99% of them) will disappear, while patriarchy will assert itself - for one thing, for women's safety.