What's in a dream?

I had a dream last night about a friend I worked with for a couple years back when I lived in Cheyenne. I haven't seen or heard of him for 10 years. In fact, I think it was right at 10 years ago, maybe a couple months short. As a naive high school girl it didn't really connect with me why we are called to steer clear of being a spiritual "mentor" for members of the opposite sex. Regardless of that warning, however, God really blessed our conversations in the beginning. He was the most inquisitive person I had/have come across when it came to spiritual matters and shared numerous stories with me that made it glaringly obvious to me that God was trying desperately to get his attention. He saw visions, witnessed his own life being saved in disastrous situations where any old Joe would die, was spoken to in his dreams... It just never made sense to me why he was holding back. Even he didn't understand. I prayed for him non stop and our discussions of creation, salvation, grace, unending love, etc continued on for the 2 years we worked together. Toward the end of those two years I really botched all the work that had been put in by started a social life with him outside of work. It was apparent very quickly that we had developed a rather intense emotional connection. How were we not to when we had spend nearly two years discussing the very one who had created us? God was gracious and protected me mightily from a lot of heartache I was setting myself up for. It was obvious to me then why MEN are called to walk aside MEN, and WOMEN are called to walk beside WOMEN in spiritual journeys. My parents soon caught wind of our social time together and did their best to put an immediate end to it. He was invited to church with us, but that was the ONLY time I was to see him. I resented them for tamping out my "friendship" with him, but am more grateful now than I can describe. He left our place of work just a few short months later and thats the last of it. I have NO idea where he is, how he is, who he is. I dream about him now and then, that he's in trouble, in prison, dying, hurt, lost, scared - all sorts of scenarios. How I would LOVE to know how he is, I just don't know that it's my business to track him down. I've been battling with this question all morning. If only I could talk to someone that knows him to find out how he is. I would desperately love to know that I will see his familiar face in Heaven! So here's the challenge for me. WHY has he been so heavy on my heart all these years? Is it because I feel guilty for (in my own words) "botching" all the work God had done on his heart by getting involved emotionally with him? (I know I can't botch God's work) Is it because he really truly was, for a time, one of the best friends I've had? I think he needs my help, without knowing. God has always approached me in my sleep (when I'm quiet enough to listen) to prompt me to pray. He's woken me to pray some very significant happenings, things that were currently happening. I have to pray or I go crazy! I've wandered through this morning typing his name in here and there on Google, have found a couple of matches and closed them out. Last I knew he was in Denver, but again, that was 10 years ago! I'm certain I am called to pray for him, but is that it? Are these dreams I having about him prophetic like my other dreams have been that God has woken me out of to pray? (I know that sounds really over the top to some of you). He wakes me up to intercede. Can't I intercede with more than prayer? If they are prophetic in nature, he is a most unfortunate individual. I suppose it spurs me to pray even harder. Safety, clarity of mind, protection over his soul which very well may be in the middle of a constant spiritual battle. One thing I do know is that God desperately wants him! I witnessed it for those couple of years I was a part of his life. I'm beside myself with impatience. I don't want to wait until the day I see Jesus' face to know if he is there too. To find out that his heart belongs to his creator would be one of my biggest joys in my life, sincerely. (Wouldn't it be just like the heart of Christ to have this feeling of desperation about every unbelieving person we know?!?!) I pray for him. That is all I can do. I feel awkward about hunting him down, mostly because I'm not quite sure how to do it other than calling every match I find for his name. So, I pray.