That's some funny doo-doo, w/ yer dream smirc. . .null pointer man on steroids. . .
Dreams have never helped me with coding anything, that's always come in a flash of inspiration, where you smack yourself on the forehead and say God D*mn and Eureka at once. . .I gotta weird dream though. . .alright, I'm like, on the moon or something, and I'm some kinda tripped out antigravity farmer, in a greenhouse the size of Delaware, I slowly float towards a long line of plants. . .tomatoes the size of a basketball. . .big struggle trying to pick one in zero-g, finally get the thing off the stem. . .take a big bite, it's really juicy and has that really ripened texture. . .I think 'needs salt'. . .and then I wake up.