ok I have strange dreams all the time, but sometimes one leaves me wondering.

Last night I dreamed I was going to get a haircut at the local barber's place which is strange for a start as I've not gotten a professional haircut in nearly 20 years. Well anyway in this dream there had been a lot of wild fires in the area so it wasn't a big surprise when I saw smoke coming over the hill from behind the barber shop, but suddenly while the other fire was still in the distance the barber shop caught fire and all the customers scattered. As I watched this pandemonium from a distance I saw a white lion come running from behind the building. Now in this dream I had memories of raising an orphaned white lion with uncanny levels of dexterity and intelligence and somewhat of an anthropomorphic quality to his front paws that allowed him to grip like a human but still run and look exactly like a lion. He also was developing language skills when the government took him from me. As I looked at this lion running I thought to myself that there is no way he could be my old friend. I watched as he run from the burning building only slowly coming to the realization that he wasn't running from the fire, he was chasing the people. He passed the last one in the group, turned and attacked with a swiftness that would make any feline proud. Then in methodically catching up with the slowest of the running humans to the fastest he killed each and every one in the same manner. It was then that i knew he was indeed my old friend....I then got his attention as best I could and turned around away from him and sat down knowing he never attacked from behind because he considered it to be no fun if the prey wasn't facing him, something about honor he said. As I sat there hearing the sound of his paws getting louder I began to doubt my sanity for trying this, but I had to know and for some reason it was worth my life to know whether or not he still remembered me. Right as he was about to come around me I stuck out my hand nearly hitting him in nose and of coarse this surprised him, and made him smell my hand that I had been holding tightly in my armpit where he used to stick his nose as a cub when he slept next to me. I nearly died from fear wondering what his next move was going to be when he said " No, it can't be, after all these years?!" I looked him in the face and then his excitement grew as anger turned to joy. He threw his paws over my shoulders from behind and put his head next to mine and began to tell me how much he missed me. I tried to tell him that I missed him greatly as well, but somehow the words got drowned in the tears of a joyful reunion.
At this point I woke up, but I knew that his rage of killing and wildfires he started was caused by the torture of the experiments the government was performing on him as well as the emotional trauma of being separated from the only father figure he knew. So while the loss of life was regretful in the dream, still I can't help but to feel sorry for the lion. I am glad for the happy ending for him and woke with a very peaceful feeling about the whole thing so a "everyone lived happily ever after" ending could apply. I don't think I could get lucky enough to continue this dream, but I wish I could