I once dreamed that my two male friends had morphed into the hydrogen and oxygen atoms, and started to bond until the products of that bonding created so much water it massed together with its own centre of gravity, became a new planet and attracted moons, also made up of this water. Then I showed up dressed in leather and chains and so forth. Alas, this is the point at which I woke up.
Bet your dream seems a bit less WTF now.
Dreams don't mean a thing. As far as I know, neither of those friends is gay, and definitely not for each other. And they absolutely never produced a water-baby so large it has its own atmosphere.