Heh, possibly. But my dreams are usually not that good at analytical meaning like that. I suspect that it had more to do with my friend asking me if I'd like some green tea yesterday, and me admitting that I'm not much for it. (I like black, white, red, and herb tea, but green just never made it high on my list.)

I'm more interested in the significance of the Giant Ridiculous Bookstores that keep appearing in there.