I had a dream this afternoon, too.
There was some kind of celebration in town. It consisted of blimps flying overhead. The tradition was to throw rocket-powered model airplanes at the blimps with the hope of exploding one. When the model airplanes fell to the ground, you pick it up and hurl it up again. One of them fell into our yard, and my dad (who passed years ago) picked one up and was about to hurl it at a blimp.
Then I woke up because the phone rang.
What does this mean?