It felt so real

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Last year I had lost my ex due to cancer, and have been very depressed ever since. I loved him with all my heart and always will have a spot in my heart for him. 3 weeks ago I had a dream about him. This is the dream. It was a cool brisk night in Autumn; I was walking between a school building, and a fence. The pavement was black from being wet, and I observed a small pile of leaves swirling before me y my feet as I walked toward a person dressed all in black, whom I thought was Charles (my dead ex) I got closer to this being, and it turned out to be a gorgeous lady with dark hair and eyes. I looked at her with disgust pulling away from her. ''You're not Charles'' I said with sorrow in my voice. I attempted to turn away from her, but she spoke as she grabbed me by the arm gently. ''This way''. She walked off and expected me to follow her. I followed with curiosity, this lady had me hooked for some odd reason, and I just couldn't leave no matter how hard I wanted to. So I followed her to a white building with black railings. She opened the door and I followed inside, going down a pair of concrete steps, the railings here where also black. I recall the lady stopping mid point of the stairs and I passed her, looking up at her as I reached the bottom. ''Pick a door'' She told me. I looked at 2 doors that were before me, both doors had a number on them. number 3 was the door ahead of me, and number 5 was the door to my right. I looked between both doors carefully, and decided to go with 3, as 3 was my fave number. I opened door number 3, and observed an empty underground parking lot. As the door opened all the way, I could see Charles standing there, he was glowing. I looked up to the lady who guided me to him, and thanked her briskly and ran through the door and into Charles arms. We held each other so tight as I bawled. ''I miss you so much'' I recall telling him, and he said the same. He told me that he loved me and I told him the same. It felt so real just to hold him once again. I told him I should join him, because of the intense sorrow I'm feeling. I asked him why he left me, why he didn't tell me he was dying. It seemed like he didn't want to tell me, and then he was gone. I woke up crying, and this dream has been bothering me ever since I had it. I wonder what it means, the numbers, the nighttime, the doors, etc..