Meresjeva6

I am in some stupid Russian village, you won’t understand whether it’s a city or a village. Brick "towers" with cluttered balconies and windows with white curtains side by side with dilapidated wooden houses. All this stands on the bank of a dirty pond, and I help some grandmother to carry water from it to her house. Grandma doesn't even have decent buckets, she adapts some kind of home-made rocker for me. I cross a pond over a rickety bridge and feel much better afterwards. Russian dirt and abomination disappear, nature remains. Then all of a sudden - already without buckets - I seem to be transferred to the village itself and for some reason I figure out how much apartments in it could cost. I walk along a dilapidated five-story brick building with empty window openings. This is where the dream ends. I would like to ask - what can this dream mean and does it somehow correlate with my possible emigration?

AnaLitik

The pond symbolizes stagnation, and in combination with an old woman, it can indicate suicidal thoughts and a pre-morbid state. Ruins denote a crumbling situation. Crossing the bridge is her potential solution. Rural nature also represents the possibility of positive change. A dream means that the present situation consists of internal chaos and outwardly completely surmountable difficulties.

Alexander

returning to my village from childhood in order to pick up my mink coat from a familiar house, on the threshold of which lies a boy and I know him. To get to this house I had to overtake a red bus that was waiting for me on the side of the road, but I got into it there was no need to sit down.

Natulia2000-yandex-ru

i was driving with my family out of town to a specific place, along the way everyone lagged behind for various reasons, my sister and I drove into some village in our (not yet bought in life) car, where strange people had fun and did not let me out from village. we drove around it, trying to find a road from the village, finally we escaped, chasing a tourist bus (???) that left the village. it was already very dark. Yu and, catching up with him near the forest, we saw him suddenly fly into the air, roll over and fall on the roof. we drove up and looked inside. it was empty, and small toothy creatures jumped on the seats, when they saw us they rushed, but I quickly turned around and we rushed out of the forest back to the village. realizing that this was not necessary, we turned and rushed along the forest, parallel to the village, along a country road. I was very tired and really wanted to rest. something was wrong around, I shook off the fog from my head, and saw that we were standing in the middle of the swamp, there were no jorogs at all, and why the car did not sink in the quagmire was not at all clear. where is my family? what will happen next? in life I am a calm happy married girl of 27 years old, all parents are alive, healthy, highly educated, earn, i.e. Everything is fine.

real hacker

Help people, please. My mother had a dream, I will convey from her words. The dream itself was on the 20th, on Sunday, between 15 and 19 hours. She did not see anything like this, in general, here is the dream itself: “I dream of a small abandoned village in the field in winter. I go into the courtyards, there are no people, there is no light, full of cows, dogs are barking (Note: animals behave aggressively, first a cow runs, then dogs bark everywhere). I call my husband, he does not respond, a woman suddenly appears and leads me out of the village. (Note: the woman leads through the corridor, in which it is beautiful, to the mother’s phrase that they are beautiful, the woman is silent and leads). I go further through the field in a strong snowstorm, I can’t see anything, I can’t even open my eyes. I see a path under my feet, not trodden by a man, but an animal path. I walk along the path, I reach a beautiful glass building. I go in, there I see a girl of 4-5 years old. I wanted to take her with me. I left without a girl. Wanted to go back. Then I see how people want to leave the building, but they are killed, cut. And woke up. »I beg you to respond, there are too many symbols in this dream not to pay attention to it. He is prophetic. The dream is gloomy, but everything is clear.

AnaLitik

A girl of 4-5 years old indicates the age of your mother, at the moment when her self-realization in some of the most important aspects was suppressed. (The building - from ancient times - is a special place where "the fixation of the subject in a state of individual regression, up to suicide and murder" takes place - A. Meneghetti). The cows and dogs symbolize her relationship with her mother (there are different forms of dominance, some based on strength and some based on dog affection). Snow in a dream - frigidity. But, of course, not as a diagnosis, but as a state of mind.

26

T. (my civil husband) and I are walking through the village where my grandfather lives. I associate this village with silence, monotony, loneliness and gray melancholy, but this is only if Seryoga and Max are not there! But this time everything portends a pleasant pastime - Seryoga is with us and we are going just in time for Max! Serega is my cousin, my Brother with a capital letter, a person whose meeting is always an important event, and this happens once every few years. The first day Seryoga and I are talking and we can’t talk enough. Our Meetings are a revolution of consciousness and the opening of new horizons for both of us. We do not have time to be surprised at the synchronism of the flight of our thoughts and catch bursts of laughter from coincidences and discoveries of new secrets for each other. Here we are walking along the village street with Seryoga, T., Yurka (my second cousin) and a few other boys (Yura's friends) to Max! Max... This is an amazing person. When we were 16 we had an affair. The mutual attraction was irresistible. I remember how they suffered in the village bathhouse (there was no hook on the door and they were afraid to turn off the light so that mom would not come to check where we had gone), drove each other into a frenzy, but did not dare ... I dreamed of him for many years as a very desirable, but inaccessible man . Max. Now he works as a surgical oncologist, specializing in breast tumors, and in his spare time he is engaged in plastic surgery of the female breast. God, I realized that we had not seen each other for 10 years, but everything seems to have been yesterday! So, we go to Max! For some reason, his house is on the site of a village club. We enter from the street straight into the senki, knock on the door, Max opens ... At first, I am horrified at how he has grown fat and even gone bald! He was such a handsome man! I hug him - I'm so glad to see him! Behind me is a group of men, consisting of T., Seryoga, Yura and a couple of Yuri's friends (it seems that my elder nephew was among them). We enter a huge solid village house. I really want to eat, but I don’t see anything suitable, and I don’t dare to take it. Spectacle - my aunt sits at the computer and wets the monsters! (a ridiculously absurd picture). Uncle is watching TV. A group of my beloved men is leaving somewhere - either they thought that I knew where they were going, or they went out for a while. I wait and wait for them, but they do not return, and I do not know where to look for them. I get bored. Everything is calm, quiet and empty - not piercingly lonely, but NOTHING. I leave the house through the side door to the street, and there is a dance floor. They tell me that my relatives are so good - they made a dance floor for the village youth in their yard - it's boring in the village, but here they came up with such cultural entertainment. Yes, I think, really well done, that's because it's not all the same to people. On the other side of the dance floor there are two kiosks - one with equipment for a discotheque, and in the second a type of bar. It is broad daylight, there is no one on the site and the kiosks are locked. I imagined how in the evening the lamps of home-made illumination would light up and the village boys and girls, dressed and cheerful, would come to dance. The territory of the estate is framed by the Biryusa River. The shores are high and sloping, and the water below is clear and clean, and there are smooth, rolled stones at the bottom - blue, gray. My dad walks around the yard - cheerful and pleasant (which is rare in my dreams - I usually dream of him in terrible roles). Roman appears. He has a huge chest wound. I ask everyone around what happened - my dad says: "Well, he fell!" No x ... fell down! It's like an ax went through here! A minute later I see the wound healed and left a deep scar. Romka doesn't cry either, he considers it a trifle. I smooth the sore spot, carefully lowering the T-shirt over his stomach. I went to the toilet without a latch, damn, as always. More or less successfully turned the case, I go out and see - winter! Around white-white. I look sadly at the road - where the boys could go. Will they come soon? I decided to go out onto the road through the big gates, which will open when the dance floor starts working and suddenly I start to fall. So slippery! I don’t just fall, but I hit my head with a swing and so on several times! I think: “It’s good that I’m in felt boots! If I had put on my beautiful winter boots with heels, I would have killed myself in general! I walk, trying not to lose my balance.

Jenuevieve-rambler-en

Due to the political crisis, I am forced to leave for the countryside. Some sort of mission, it seems. I have a team of guards with me and one man whose purpose is unclear to me. A village is like a village: the steppe around, a meadow with marsh hummocks, covered in fog. Somewhere there is a lake, but I'm not up to it yet. We stay in someone's private house, and with the "obscure" man we find ourselves in the same room. Our beds are against parallel walls, there is a window in the room, wide, unexpectedly bright and clean for a rustic room. The walls in the room are dirty yellow, even smudged, like plastered facades after rain. At first I am shy of this man, but I get used to it pretty quickly, especially since he treats me with emphatic respect. I quite calmly change into a nightgown in front of him, blue in large white flowers, and go to bed and only then get the opportunity to take a good look at him. He is not young and not old, apparently, solid and calm. There is something oriental in the face. I was pleasantly surprised that he did not make any attempts to pester me with harassment, but highly appreciated the work I had done, although I do not remember what it was. He also listened attentively to me if I told something or simply complained about life in the village, and understanding was read in his eyes. One day I suddenly read his mind. Turns out he wants me to be his wife. But it depends on whether a virgin or not. All this emerges gradually, but for now I walk around the village in complete confusion. A wide yellowish dirt road is crossed first by a dark green rumbling train, then by an equally rumbling tram. There are no rails, and I am surprised by the appearance of such trains here in the village. It also seemed to me that these tram and train would somehow prevent me from finding personal happiness. Then the absolutely incredible happens: it is completely uncharacteristic for me that I agree to an examination that is humiliating for me, although there was no official marriage proposal from my neighbor. The clinic I go to is noisy and busy. I go down the stairs, a young fashionably dressed girl in a dressing gown comes up to me and points a device at me, remotely similar to a PS pocket. Some graphs, squares flicker on the black-and-white scoreboard, and I realize that the test has not passed. Turns out I had a baby (!?). But I do remember exactly that I had no contacts with a man, especially since I did not give birth. Strange ... The news shocks me, especially since it upsets my marriage plans. However, I respected and appreciated my prospective fiancé, but I didn’t feel much passion for him, so I survived the breakup calmly. What haunted me was the incomprehensible childbirth. Where is the baby? Who is the father? How could this even happen? Several years have passed. I am a successful business woman, the owner of a fish supermarket in a large seaside town. I have a big rich apartment, a car, my mother is happy with me and life. And I feel so sad... Sometimes memories of that village neighbor come flooding back, I want to cry, I don't know why. There are frequent fogs and small autumn rains in the city. The sun is rarely shown. I feel lonely. I often come to the wet wide stone embankment, I look at the leaden sea. Behind the department store rises like a marble bulk. There are many people, but neither they care about me, nor I care about them. One day I went for a walk in a light rain, I went to a department store that I had never been to before. Huge cold and damp rooms, bright lights of slot machines, scattering of sparks on display cases with jewelry - but nothing attracts me. I was so cold and chilled, I really want warmth, but there is nowhere to warm up in this stone hangar. Suddenly I meet my school friend Elena F. In real life, she is such an infantile girl, she dreamed of such. I was delighted with her, we left the department store and saw that a tiny cafeteria was stuck to it, the sign was lit with red lights. I hoped to find comfort and warmth there, but when we entered, we found ourselves again in the department store, on the drafty second floor, by the panoramic window. We sat down and drank tea. Having not found warmth, I said goodbye to Elena and went out to the embankment. The rain poured and poured, soaked everything around, a tufted fog crawled from the sea. I had to go home, but only my mother was at home. I stood for a long time and looked at the shaggy sea, not noticing either the rain or the thickened darkness. Then, without looking for anything, I turned and walked slowly along the department store to the highway where my car was parked. Suddenly I stopped - the same roommate in the village was looking at me. He walked in a fairly large company and was carried away by the conversation. However, he recognized me. Our eyes crossed. I felt like I could read his mind again. He kept a warm feeling for me, but it wasn't love, that's for sure. His thoughts flowed lazily and smoothly, without splashes. He wanted me to take the first step towards him, he would have been flattered, but that's why I didn't take this step. Yes, I felt that I was pushing away my own personal happiness, but I could not do otherwise. Ahead were long rainy days and damp evenings on the embankment, damp clothes and cafes filled with throat-throbbing steam, bustle and empty worries, and at the very bottom of my consciousness, securely hidden from prying eyes, was the understanding that I myself had ruined my life. And yet I felt that I was doing the right thing, although I could not understand why. I took a firm step into the dark.

Ateh

I dreamed that I came to my grandmother, in whose village I spent every summer until I was 15. I really wanted to get there, and I remembered that I needed to cross the sleep line for this. In general, I did it somehow, and ended up there. There was no one there, no people, no horses, no-no turkeys (c). And in general, the whole situation did not correspond much to what I remember, everything was very much idealized, that is, what I remember was taken as the basis, but a thorough gloss was put on it. In general, I wandered around this area and I was extremely pleased

Geroneia

I walk through the village where my relatives actually live, first with my brother, then he disappears somewhere for a while. the road that I often walk in my dreams - it is real, but in dreams it looks different - more beautiful, more mysterious and larger. before one landing, I meet my uncle and aunt [but they are some kind of teenagers], I talk to them, then I go further, I go through the landing and I understand that I am afraid to go further. I look at the road that I have to go and I’m afraid that something might appear from that edge [then it took shape in the fact that someone might drive towards me in a car. scary someone] and I also understand that before this landing I was walking in the habitable territory, and then there will be a piece where no one lives and I myself go. I return back for landing to my uncle and aunt and wound my leg - either grass scratches, or a snag. they still stand in the middle of the road, with them a beautiful, big-eyed, tender calf. they show him, let him admire and tell me to show him my leg - he licks the wound and I feel better. I tell my uncle and aunt that we need to leave - something bad is coming there. [the brother appears again with us and a separation occurs - we seem to be walking together, but the brother is responsible for the uncle, and I for the aunt]. we leave, we hide from the car with our paternal grandmother - she drives past us and everything is in order, but it turns out that now we need to hide my uncle and aunt from my grandmother. [paternal grandmother's house and she herself are the characters of the worst nightmares forever, but this time I'm just very nervous] brother and uncle go out into the corridor - to which the door of the kitchen opens, where grandparents are sitting [he must bring uncle out] - and walks quite calmly, stamping his heels on the wooden floor. I think stupid! he, on the contrary, will attract attention, but they notice him and he stops to talk, while the uncle slips in and escapes. I walk stealthily with my aunt, I reach a place from where you can almost see me, and my grandmother guesses by the creak of the door that it's me and starts calling me in a terrible, frightening, demanding voice. I’m horrified, I run back with my aunt to the bedroom, hide her under my grandfather’s bed, and myself, trying to be outwardly calm, go out to my grandmother. she begins to communicate with me - I, as it were, distract her from her aunt. and the calf, which was with us all the time at that moment, was already a puppy - also very beautiful and fragrant. I show my grandmother - “Look - a beautiful puppy?” grandmother, oddly enough, likes him: "Yes, very handsome." where I later woke up - I don’t remember anymore, but I kind of brought my aunt out - it seems, just by closing the door to the kitchen. if upon waking up, I still saw some meaning in all this, then after reading the dream book, I was completely confused ...

asas3

Hello ... I had such a dream on Saturday, after dinner. As if I live in a village (in fact, I live in a city) I live in a village, I do ordinary things. The season is winter. Everything is very beautiful and white ... And suddenly a white car drives up to my house, a man of extraordinary beauty comes out of expensive white coat. And I know that he came for me .. I meet him with tears of happiness. He comforts me and hugs me ... There was a feeling that I took off from happiness ... I woke up, I didn’t understand where I was. Then I remembered ... I don’t know this man in my life and have never seen him. What would that mean??? Please decipher.

AnaLitik

The rural way of life points to the "potential possibilities of the subject, who is already on the way to their realization." Although, it is currently winter. Zama, despite the fact that “everything is very beautiful, white,” contributes to the endless preservation of everything that has died, but does not allow anything truly living to break through. Therefore, winter essentially means rigidity and frigidity. In this context, the appearance of a prince in an expensive car is most likely a defensive reaction of the body, a form of compensation that awakens from hibernation with a shake. Another thing is possible: this unfamiliar man can personify someone familiar from your environment, someone who came into contact with you on the eve of sleep.

Flora-alfab

As a child, I had the same (!) dream several times: I am with my friends in our village. The sun is shining, summer ... And in a dream I know that some kind of fox with a human face has wound up in the vicinity, killing children and he is chasing us. And I do not see him, but I know that he is pursuing us. And we run from him through the garden, where my parents, relatives water the beds. I shout to them, but they do not hear me, they continue to go about their business, although I am two meters away from them. And so we run into the house, close the door and then he starts to break in, chips fly from the door ... I wake up ... What is this dream about? It can be assumed that it is due to the fact that my parents did not pay attention to me, but this is not so. When I was little, they treated me as a person, respected my interests, listened to me. Then why such a dream?

Alexander

This dream is not related to the attitude of your parents towards you in childhood. Rather, it is deciphered as follows. A fox with a human face is a symbol of human cunning / deceit that gripped you so much that you lost control over it (that is, it turned from just a cunning person into an animal in a dream, and they are very difficult to control, see Animals in dictionaries). Possible death also means that the emerging phenomenon threatens the integrity of Eg'a (see dreams with death). Escape means the unwillingness of consciousness to accept what the unconscious wants to convey to it, in this case, to recognize the falsity. The conflict that took place between these two instances was extremely pronounced [he starts to break in, chips fly from the door] and it is not known how it all ended - the fox died and became a corpse (you "soaked" him) or vice versa, there was a meeting and you realized your disadvantage.

Flora-alfa_mail_ru

Hello! To be honest, I have never tried to interpret my dream in this way. As far as I can remember, as a child I was not a deceitful or cunning child. She could lie about the little things (-Ksyusha, did you eat the soup? -Yes.) Or hide something, but not on a global scale. I was quite closed, loved loneliness. At the same time, she managed to be a leader in games with other children. Can deceit / cunning mean that I fantasized a lot - I invented non-existent worlds, drew their maps, populated them with mythical creatures, wrote their history. But I always said that I made them up if they asked about it. Often I came up with different stories that allegedly happened to me, but I didn’t tell anyone about them, I didn’t pass them off as real events. And I was the leader precisely because of the ability to come up with something, for example, a new game. And the dream did not end with anything - when “chips flew”, I always woke up. And then he just stopped dreaming.

Ainnaa4

I often have serial dreams. Those. For many years, several "serials" have been running in parallel. One of them is:
the same village, consisting of one street. I do not see houses, they are hidden by lush greenery. We have two plots in this village. I walk down the street to these sites (sometimes one of my relatives accompanies me). The fence surrounding them is very frail, consisting of only two horizontal poles. The plots are completely bare, covered with one grass (very green and beautiful). There is such peace and quiet around. I approach the hut standing in the middle of the site. It is very old, dilapidated. I examine it and try to decide how we will live in it. What can be repaired. As a result, in desperation, I come to the conclusion that it is impossible to live in it. Then I go to inspect the same in the neighboring area. The result is the same. I go outside and go back where I came from. I'm desperate to have to go back again. On the way, I inspect a beautiful strong house. The doors and windows in it are open. There is a beautiful garden around, grapes grow. Children's laughter is heard. I am thinking about how we would live here (but it is outside the house, in the house only in bad weather). I consult with my husband whether we can buy this house. So with my thoughts I go home. And in the last dream, she examined a house that was no longer ready for habitation. Completely unfinished, without a garden, on the outskirts of the village. The windows are empty, there are only brick walls, two floors (the inhabited one was one-story). I ask how much it will cost to complete it. I do not like him, but I agree even to such a thing, just not to return to the city.
I wake up with thoughts that we have nowhere to get such money from. The main thing is that where the huts are, I feel very good and calm. These are my lots and I can do whatever I want on them. I can plant a garden myself, I could build a house, but there is no money. And in general, everyone will run to live in the built house, but I don’t want this. I want to live only with my family (husband, children). This is my quietest "series". Maybe he means something? Or maybe not.

Alexander

> The dream shows the presence of a conflict of self-determination for the next few years (search for work - as a typical example of self-determination), expressed in inspections of a new home, which in a dream symbolizes a choice or an established worldview (see, for example, Many aunts with trash cans). Figuratively speaking, some choices of oneself (or point of view) seem to you to be dilapidated shacks, some - sound houses, in which for some reason you do not want to live. You also want to immediately come to results in this conflict, bypassing the “building from scratch” phase. For your self-determination, you depend on the animus (the husband of the dream, see the glossary of the article on this topic), which, in fact, is in charge of the most important aspect of the project - the investment of funds and efforts. An important emotional component of sleep and should not be skipped - there are options that you like [where the shacks are very good and calm for me. These are my lots and I can do whatever I want on them. I can plant a garden myself, I could build a house], but you rationally ignore them [there is no money]. You see, the hint may be precisely this - you give in to the difficulties that may be overcome in the course of living in a shack. Here, returning to real life, we can recommend that you be a little adventurous.

Ainnaa_mail_ru

I don't know if these dreams belong to this series?
1 I arrive at the camp site where my dad had previously settled. There is snow all around. Dad meets me and leads me to the house where I will live. I see in front of me the skeleton of a half-burnt wooden house. I am completely bewildered, turn around and look inquiringly at my dad. He smiles, turns me around with his back to the skeleton and shows me the hotel building. He says he was joking and takes me to a hotel. There's some kind of hospital environment and I don't like it there, but it's better than spending the night in the cold.
2 I am looking around our house where we will live. Dad is somewhere nearby. The house stands in a common courtyard, where there are several other private houses. There is no kitchen. The old kitchen is in the yard. I'm going to look at it and decide how to fix it. I think that it can be expanded, stacked firewood somewhere. It is strange and unpleasant for me that I will have to live again in a house that is not my own. Then two white curly-haired dogs jump at me with a joyful squeal. They lick me, which is very strange for me, because. I know I don't like it, but it's nice. An unusual feeling when you hold these gentle creatures in your hands and they love you.
What surprises me in this dream is dogs. The fact is that in parallel for many years I have dreams about angry dogs. I'm going somewhere. Sometimes in someone's house or just down the street. Then a pack of ferocious dogs rushes at me. There are many of them, small and large, of different breeds. Sometimes my husband is with me. The dogs bare their teeth, grab my hands, bite, tear my clothes. I grab a stick or whatever (or just dogs by the tail) and fight them until I kill them.

Ainnaa_mail_ru

3) I am next to flying parachutists. Suddenly, one woman is blown onto the rocks (it's in the snow-capped mountains). Another parachutist tries to help her, but he is also blown away, he gets entangled in the parachute and falls. Here I am in his place. I'm trying to untangle the parachute. I see snow all around. Next to me is a truck that falls through the ice with one wheel (and there is water). There are two frozen dead people in the truck. At some distance stands a huge metal structure. It has many wooden houses. I know that this is the base of the dead polar explorers. Suddenly, the structure tilts. I crawl away, lay out the parachute on the ground. I see how the construction falls in my direction, I look at the parachute and see that the lines are tangled. The last thought: "But how can I take off if they are tangled."

Alexander

Maybe this dream belongs to the series of "dwellings", because there is some kind of impossible construction of gigantic dimensions, which, moreover, is ready to crush you at the end. The series needs to be observed, and there is no doubt that dreams are dreamed immediately after the situations of the day that alarmed them and their logical linking will be required for a better understanding - my transcripts are too superficial.

A clean village and fertile fields: a sign of the approach of great success and good health.

Crooked huts or fields overgrown with weeds: they speak of the neglect of your affairs and portend a streak of adversity.

Seeing villagers clearing neglected fields indicates that you should be patient, and the reward for your work will certainly be good.

What does the village mean in a dream

If there were animals in the village, the dream portends success in business and trade.

If you are engaged in trading, then you will have many clients as well.

If you are a buyer, then today you have a chance to make a very profitable purchase. Brew tea directly in a cup, put a coin there. When you drink all the tea, throw a coin into the secret compartment of your wallet and wear it there for a week.

If there was a fire in the village, very soon events will occur in your life, as a result of which you will have to change jobs. To prevent this from happening, cut a circle out of paper, fill it with tobacco and set it on fire. After the fire goes out, scatter the ashes into the wind.

What does a village mean in a dream

Joyful event, peace, peace; for village everyday worries and affairs. See burning from the side for a happy event.

The meaning of sleep Village

To dream of a pleasant rural landscape - to a pleasant pastime and favorable circumstances in your life. To be in an unfamiliar village in a dream means that soon you will find yourself in a difficult situation or you will find out someone's secret. Seeing a poor village in a dream means that you are upset and feel sorry for yourself. Seeing the village in winter, dank autumn, in bad weather is a sign of sadness and chagrin.

Looking for a house in the village means that your frivolous lifestyle will bring you a lot of worries in the future due to gossip and scandals that your name will be associated with. Living in the village is a good dream and portends family well-being and peace of mind. To see your native village in a dream - to receive news about a loved one or relative. The dream in which you saw a village on fire predicts the rapid development of some events that will affect all members of your family. To meet a village woman in a dream is a harbinger of squabbles or gossip about you. If you dream that you have become an ordinary villager, then your affairs will stall and your life will become boring and monotonous. To dream of villagers at work means that your business will not progress as successfully as you would like. See interpretation: house.

What does it mean to see a village in a dream

Confirms that a good foundation has been laid at the heart of some business.

To be in the village in spring, summer - your plans will be realized.

Winter or neglected village - sadness, difficulties in life.

Dream interpretation Village

Seeing a village, a village is a joy, a peaceful period of life is coming / physical labor is ahead.

A neglected village is a mess in your finances.

A burning village is a misfortune.

To see a winter village is a quiet sadness, melancholy.

What predicts a dream Village

Seeing yourself in a beautiful and fertile area with abundant wheat fields, clean rivers, beautiful houses portends the onset of your finest hour. Favorable circumstances will allow you to take a high official position and get rich.

Dry, barren terrain, poor houses - to the onset of a strip of anxiety and despair in your life.

In general, a dream about being in a village promises good health and prosperity.

After visiting the house of your village youth in a dream, unexpected but pleasant events will follow in reality.

In a dream to see the Village

To come to a village in a dream means a return to the old values. You may want to restore the relationship interrupted by your fault with a former partner. It is likely that he himself will take the initiative. After spending some time apart, you will realize that you made a mistake and try to correct it.

Seeing a village in a dream

Seeing a village in a dream in winter - to sadness, in summer - to fun. So, being in the village on vacation and walking through the surrounding fields, meadows and forests, and then returning to a neat house with a friendly and hospitable hostess portends the onset of your finest hour, because favorable circumstances will soon allow you to climb high up the career ladder and get rich accordingly. An abandoned village with vegetable gardens overgrown with weeds and lands that have not been plowed for a long time portends the onset of a streak of failure in your life. If your native village or the homeland of your parents is dreaming - such a dream portends good health and prosperity, unexpected but very pleasant events will soon follow in real life.

Seeing in a dream a village standing on a gently sloping river bank and heavily flooded in a stormy spring flood means a catastrophe that will lead to universal misfortune.

What does the dream village mean

A dream about being in a village promises good health and a prosperous life.

We visited the village house in which we spent our childhood or youth - unexpected, but pleasant events are ahead.

Dream about a village

A beautiful, large village or a small village - to joy, happiness, wealth.

If the village is familiar, the dream portends a meeting with a good old acquaintance.

If unfamiliar - a calm, monotonous life.

To visit the house of your childhood in the village is good news.

A dream about being in a village - to good health, security.

Look for someone's house in the village - worry about gossip.

View of a winter, snow-covered village - to sadness.

In your dream, did you see chickens walking importantly along the road against the backdrop of smoking wooden houses? Or heard the lowing of cows? In a word, you dreamed of village life, and now you want to know why the village is seen in a dream? We'll help you figure it out.

What will the dream book tell if you dreamed of a village

Dream Interpretation of Felomen

In general, the general meaning of a dream with a rural theme is positive. It is a symbol of health and prosperity. But additional, sometimes small, details can radically change the meaning of sleep.

Whose village did you dream about?

If yours, then this dream characterizes your current and future health well - it will remain in excellent condition. We visited a strange village - expect pleasant bonuses from good luck in business in the near future, and you will not complain about an empty wallet during this period. True, you will have to bring your own works to achieve this. If you dreamed of an unfamiliar area, then this is a harbinger of calm in life, which will even be somewhat monotonous, but if the area is familiar to you in a dream, your old friends will let you know about themselves.

What else will the dream book tell if you dreamed of a village

The dream interpretation claims that the village, which is in a dream in the fertile summer season, all in the rays of the bright sun, is dreaming of the good state of affairs of the sleeper. Everything will be fine with you, life does not prepare any troubles and troubles.

Unpleasant events and great difficulties will lie in wait for the dreamer, who dreamed of a winter village covered with snow. The deserted village, in which there are no people left, marks a series of financial and personal problems. But be patient and do not grieve, just wait out this period, which will not last long in your life. A trip to the village promises the sleeper a pleasant conversation with friends who are away from him. To stray along the village streets in a dream means that you will have to unravel some tasks in real life.

A rural settlement, shrouded in fire in a dream, promises the sleeper happy events and success in everything. But the old village houses portend a difficult life period, you will have to fight diseases and endure money problems. If you saw such a dream, then try to put things in order in your affairs, it is desirable to solve all current problems at the same time. The fairy-tale village seen in a dream is a signal to add self-confidence and not be afraid of the tasks assigned to you.

If you walk around the countryside, then get ready for the fact that in reality your plans will come to an end, despite all your efforts.