David, Solomon or Moses?

My friend told me about a dream she had about me a few days ago. The dream is as follows, I had a choice to be a David or a Solomon or a Moses, and I chose none and I was my own great missionary. Whether a "spiritual" dream or not. It spoke deeply to me. I always had this illusion that when I became a missionary my personality would change. That I would have to conform to the missionary "mold" so to speak. I realized though, that God doesn't call me to be a Moses, Solomon, David, Myeski or anyone. But he calls me to be a missionary, a healer, a minister, an Eric. It was an eye opening moment when I realized that I will still be the crazy, whacky, straight up weird me. Even when I'm in Amsterdam. Hopefully a tad more mature though.