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Dream Interpretation what dreams dream of love

Most often, people are interested in how their future fate will develop in their personal, family life. Accordingly, the question arises, what kind of dreams are for love, for the emergence of new relationships, or for the strengthening of feelings in an already established couple.

What dreams promise love?

Interpreters of dreams often indicate what exactly you may be dreaming of, foreshadowing love and happiness in family life. Among the most basic objects and phenomena: bird nests, doors, some animals, springtime, bouquets of certain flowers, kisses.

To thoroughly understand which path you need to go to happiness, it is worth dividing these items into categories.

dream animal images

Live nature

Every second dream book will be able to give you a hint which animal or flower is a symbol of good luck and joy in family life. All that is required of the dreamer is to detail his night vision.

You dreamed of animals

Of course, not every animal will promise you positive changes in your personal life. The interpreters of dreams believe that it is important for the dreamer to know which animals predict him a stormy but fleeting romance, and which ones promise a long alliance or the strengthening of existing ties.

Often these are animals that we associate with grace, beauty, goodness. For example, dolphins, horses.

Women should look at those animals that have power. They may be a sign that you will soon meet a really strong man.

A bear seen in a dream promises you a strong and lasting relationship. The white rabbits that fell into your night vision predict, oddly enough, the fidelity of your partner.

The meaning of birds seen in a dream

Dreaming of birds, insects, plants

Among birds, pigeons and storks are especially distinguished. Dreams in which they were present are considered prophetic. A sleeping person who has seen such a dream will soon be very lucky in his personal life.

I dreamed that you see a butterfly fluttering beautifully on a sunny day - a great dream. He says that in the very foreseeable future you will have a soulmate that you will love. These feelings will be mutual.

From plants, the dream book highlights trees in bloom, it is also positive if you dreamed of a gazebo that was entwined with living flowering plants and ripe tomatoes.

Have you received a bouquet of flowers? Love will visit you the other day, the main thing is not to pass it by.

vision of people

Dreamed of a foreign girl

Of course, people are also included among living beings. If you saw a beautiful young girl in a dream, or if it was a person of exotic appearance, then you can safely prepare for the fact that your personal life will change for the better.

If you pay attention to the fact that a person has beautiful facial features, hands, then great and pure love will appear in your life. The main thing is that in such dreams there should be no hint of intimacy, sexual overtones.

Inanimate nature

Oddly enough, dreams in which you saw a door lead to real, sincere relationships. It is positive to see the doors wide open. Such a vision says that the dreamer will love the person, and the feelings will be mutual.

Family people dream of new doors when an addition is expected. Interpreters believe that in this way it is possible to predict what gender the child will be. This baby will be a boy.

What else is dreaming of love? If in a dream you ate chocolate candies, then cupid's arrow will soon pierce your heart, however, feelings will be fleeting. You won't stay with that person for long.

What other items promise you a new relationship:

Enjoy chocolate in your sleep

• buy perfume in a dream - you will become the object of someone's passion, you will have fans and admirers;
• find jewelry, in particular diamonds - mutual love until the end of life;
• antique thing - meet your past love, feelings can flare up with renewed vigor;
• binoculars - oddly enough, such a dream means that in reality someone is interested in you, look around;
• pin - if you are pricked with a pin, then you will have a close relationship with an aggressive person, he will strive to create a pair with you;
• the nest symbolizes the family as a unit of society, if it was a cuckoo's nest, then you will meet a person who will be against children;
• cut an orange into slices - you will marry successfully, but such a marriage will not bring happiness;
• cigarette butt - if a woman in a dream picks up a cigarette butt from the ground, then in reality she risks falling in love with a man short stature and with a lot of complexes.

Dreaming of warm feelings

What does a dream about love itself mean?

If you begin to study in detail the topic of what kind of night visions are a symbol of great and pure love, then it will not be superfluous to find out what love itself means in a dream.

Many dream books consider this vision in their sources.

French interpreter

When a person has a dream about love, then in reality he will be truly happy.

To see fleeting feelings in a dream - you are lucky professionally.

Watching a happy couple in love - defeat awaits you ahead. A night vision that you dreamed of meeting love or missed your loved one indicates that you will have to worry about a relative or good friend.

Had a chance to see how the other half is cheating, as well as night vision about how the other person does not reciprocate? Oddly enough, such a vision is positive. It predicts you success in business, career advancement.

I dreamed of cooling real feelings

Female interpreter

According to this dream book, when in a dream you see your soulmate, then in reality you feel good, you are safe.

If you dreamed about the love of the people around you, which you literally felt, then you will be lucky in business. The interpreter also believes that everyday troubles and minor chores will leave you for a while.

A vision in which you see that your feelings have cooled down indicates that you will soon be faced with a choice. You will either have to radically change your life, or legitimize your union in order to have material security in the future.

Is it a dream that the husband and wife do not have a soul in each other? They will have a happy future together, many children and grandchildren.

Interpreter Tsvetkova

What is the dream of the love of people around for the dreamer? The esotericist believes that such a vision suggests that a sleeping person will find his happiness.

Experience strong feelings in a dream

Love yourself - get rewarded for your merits.

Interpreter of the 21st century

Why in a dream love something or someone? Such a dream means that everything satisfies you in real life, and this is true.

To love another person to the point of madness - a difficult time is expected, the dreamer will have to work twice as hard. But if he does not stop, does not feel sorry for himself, then he will certainly achieve dizzying success.

They love you - the interpreter promises happiness in reality.

Actions in a dream

Seeing the moon in the sky split into several parts - you will create an alliance with a person of the opposite sex, but he will not bring you the desired happiness.

Celebrate, walk, have fun at the celebration - to great love.

"I won't give you up to anyone!" - he tightly pressed me to him, my heart was ready to jump out of happiness, and butterflies were flying in my stomach ... Birds sang around, the smells of herbs tickled my nostrils and the sound of a stream running nearby echoed his words: “I won’t give it to anyone, I won’t give it to anyone ...” I opened eyes. It was a dream. sunlight flooded the whole room, my heart was beating wildly ... again this dream. His voice, hugs, smell, physique, everything is so real and close, I can’t see only his face. This dream is repeated more and more often. Maybe I'm going crazy?

I have holidays. The session was excellent. Summer. Gotta do something. With a cup of tea I get to the computer. A dating site has recently become a familiar place for me to spend time. A bunch of messages - nothing to read. A few offers to become a mistress and this is without seeing me in real life. Those who are easier immediately offer to just sleep. A few more people are interested in having children and living conditions, as if we already know each other and are going to live as a family. All! I put a daw in front of everyone and ... there are no more messages! I'm going to look at the photos of potential suitors. They are funny, these guys. Tall, short, with cars, children and dogs for the purpose of dating, creating a family, and when communicating, everything is simple - sex at night. Well, let's look at today's judges. I idly flip through the pages of photos. Not a single interesting face ... Oh! New copy... Muscles, tattoos and waist-deep in water - handsome! And on the face a mask without emotions. Well, now I'm on it and come off, it is unlikely that he will be able to connect more than two words in a sentence. Roman, 32 years old, single, car, apartment, hobbies - sports. Interesting…

Hello!
-Hello!
-Well, how much patience do you need to fill such a tattoo?
- I'm in no hurry. I am patient! Life taught.
-How is that?
-I am a sportsman. Yes, and occupation obliges.
-I wonder what you do? Athlete is great!
-I'm a bandit!
- Good joke! Ha ha ha!
-I'm not kidding.

I sit and stare blankly at the monitor. The first time I do not know what to say, or rather write. There are a lot of thoughts in my head. Lies? Can't communicate? Well, why isn't he human? After all, everyone wants to be happy. Interest in this guy interrupted all bad thoughts and we continued. About life values, about relationships between people, well, everyone told about himself. It turned out that it was not at all scary to communicate with him. Then each of us went to do our own business, agreed to meet online in the evening. From that day on, I lived on the Internet day and night. We wrote to each other a lot. He carved out minutes in his schedule, I tried by all means to get online as often as possible. A month later, we knew almost everything about each other. But he did not offer to meet, and he did not call on the phone. And I really wanted to hear the voice and see the person in real life. He said that he was far away and could not come yet. And I dreamed of a meeting, I was irresistibly drawn to him, it seemed that I had never experienced such a feeling for anyone.

I never imagined that the internet could be so addictive. I heard a lot about the fact that all online dating is nonsense and practically ends with nothing. That people have been sitting on sites for years, but they never meet. That the internet is a disease. Still, I didn't believe it would happen to me. And I waited. He called. We couldn't talk. Every day we talked for hours and it seemed to me that I was the happiest. And then he arrived. The day I've been waiting for and wanting the most has arrived. Here he is tall, handsome, kind - he was the man from my dream. The smell, the physique, the voice, everything matched. I did not understand what was happening, I did not believe that this could be so. Emotions flooded both mind and body.

Meetings were infrequent and mostly on business. He was sick, I treated him.

There was nothing between us except simple communication, but it was the coolest communication in the last 10 years. The other guys just didn't exist for me. I couldn't even think of anyone. A year has passed.

The calls became less frequent, and his voice became cold and demanding. There were no more meetings. The sent SMS received a report of non-delivery. I dialed his number: “The subscriber turned off the phone or is out of network coverage!” The icy tone of the operator repeated this phrase tirelessly. World turned upside down. There was a fog in my head and the earth left from under my feet. Where is he? What about him? How could this happen? After all, always changing his number, he immediately wrote it to me. We were always in touch, even when we could not be. Always warned each other about any changes. So what happened? Roared for three days, tired of all her friends, lost sleep and appetite, became like a shadow. Life is over. And the phone was silent. Days, weeks, I tried to find at least some connection with him. A friend, unable to bear my suffering, after much persuasion, took me to a healer grandmother, with assurances that she would bring complete clarity to my situation. I do not believe in these people, except for pumping money, they do not know how, but it was, albeit tiny, but a chance to find out where he was. I took a photo of my beloved and at 5 in the morning we went to take a queue to the witch. There was a huge queue at 7 am.

Mothers with children, men and women of different ages, all stood and looked impatiently at the cherished door, where a seer known throughout the region worked miracles. We were in the middle. And besides laughter, looking at this whole circus, there was nothing on my face. I sincerely did not understand why I was here, but an irresistible desire to know that there was nothing wrong with him was stronger than me, and I, like the whole crowd, waited and looked at the cherished door. The reception has begun. The people standing in line ahead of us were melting before our eyes, the question was spinning in my head, how can you help in 5 minutes? But I decided to endure and everything, since I arrived. A friend hissed from behind so that I would stop smiling and whining that I had come in vain, and I fell silent. There are 2 people left in front. I tried to formulate the question that I would ask the seer as clearly as possible and began to silently wait. Well, here's my turn. Holding the photo in my hand, I entered the room. All the walls were hung with carpets, on which hung several holy images of strict elders.

In the light church candles, on the sofa, she was sitting, the Great and Mighty ... Having measured me with a look, what she was trying to show me with this, I don’t know, she strictly asked why I came to her. The first desire was to turn around and go out, I had no idea how I would tell this aunt about my problem, and why, because she didn’t care ... I tried to calm down and submitted a photo. She briefly told that the person disappeared without explanation, asked if he was alive and where he was now. In the photo that I brought with me was my beloved, in boxing gloves, a mountain of solid muscles, a gold chain as thick as an index finger and an animal look around his neck. The seer narrowed her eyes and looked at the photo for a few seconds, then blurted out: “Alive. But he is in a room with tails on the windows. I asked if we would see him again sometime, to which the seer said: “Yes! You are together. If you remove the damage that is on you.

Damage cost 1500 rubles and three of my visits to her. It was also necessary to bring a bottle of holy water taken from the church, so that she would charge this water. Here is a condition for the dear one to get out of the room with bars and come to me. The session was over. I was billed for the service rendered. I left. A friend followed me, and I laughed like crazy and could not calm down ... The voice of a friend brought me to my senses: “I agreed, we are going to remove damage to this aunt in 3 days. Do you want him to come back to you? !” I started to get hysterical. I laughed and roared, trying to reason with my friend that I didn’t hear a greater stupidity to return someone. That my aunt is just a charlatan and plays on the feelings and problems of people, earning her living, and that I am the last fool that agreed to come to her at all. Girlfriend was adamant: -We're going!

Three days later, exactly at 5 am, we rush to remove the damage and return my beloved, taking with us holy water, a photo and three more friends who longed for miracles and impressions from the seer. Again the queue, and now I go into a familiar room with carpets and icons on the walls ... The same question: “why did you come?” I reminded that I had to remove the damage. They put me on a chair, with my back to the exit, for a minute she whispered a plot over my head and waved her arms. Then I drank the water I brought with me. And the seer, looking at the photo, said that we were not a couple and would never see each other again. Session ended. The account has been posted. I paid and left. My friends came one by one for the long-awaited miracles, and I stood in the yard and smiled at the sun, sky, birds, waiting for their reaction to the received session from the Great and Mighty. Funny thing is life. I began to gradually wean from the presence of a loved one in my life. I no longer wait for calls and sleep peacefully. I don't cry at night.

I have come to terms with his departure. But deep down I felt that we would see each other again. I was distracted from my thoughts by hysterical laughter and obscenities from my friends who knew the power of miracles. Interrupting each other, laughing loudly and clutching at a saving cigarette, they shared their impressions of what they saw and felt, not embarrassed in expressions, they scolded the one that brought us all to this madhouse. Natasha stood silently, smoking nervously and trying to justify herself to the girls with a forced smile. Finally, the emotions subsided and we moved back. In the car, everyone was already joking that they had finally met all together, thanks to this trip, otherwise they would not have gathered for another year. They said in chorus thanks to the aunt-seer and Natasha, bought a cake in the first store they came across, drank tea at home and laid out their spiritual anguish to each other, the mood was good. And I decided that I need to live on, help those who ask and enjoy every new day. I haven't been on a dating site for 2 months.

All my free time I spent on the website of poetry. ru, my works were published, I wrote a lot, read the works of other users, exchanged reviews. Soon there will be no time to be sad at all.

The weather was wonderful, golden autumn generously gave its beauty and warmth to everyone who loves this time of year. I often went out into the forest, wandered, enjoying the silence, the fires of mountain ash and the golden birches against the bright blue background of the sky.
The phone call made me jump, the number was not authorized.

Hello.
-Hello! Did you know?
-No. And who are you?
-Roma.
-Which Roma?
-The same one...
For a moment, I was speechless. Thoughts were confused, my heart was beating wildly, my breath was catching ... Roma!
-Hello. Can you hear me? Why are you keeping silent?
-Where have you been? What's happened? Why did he disappear? What's happening? I knew you would be back! I waited! Romka!!!
-I'll tell you later. I just arrived. Even the mother doesn't know yet. It was necessary. How are you?

I couldn’t talk calmly, my thoughts were confused, my emotions went wild… Romka! Romka! You arrived! I waited!
We agreed to call in the evening. And it all started all over again. He called with problems, I helped. I knew about all his affairs, he changed phone numbers and I was the first who knew the new number, he always said where he was and warned if he was unavailable. We met only at the beginning of winter. His health problems became serious. He came for injections and droppers. And then it turned out that he had a girlfriend a long time ago. By the time we met, she had left him. And then she returned. It turned out by chance, his brother told ...

"I won't give you up to anyone!" - he tightly pressed me to him, my heart was ready to jump out of happiness, and butterflies were flying in my stomach ... Birds sang around, the smells of herbs tickled my nostrils and the sound of a stream running nearby echoed his words: “I won’t give it to anyone, I won’t give it to anyone ... " I opened eyes. It was a dream.
short sms to your favorite and native number: “Don't come anymore. Be happy!"

Name: Alena
City Novosibirsk

I woke up... It was another meaningless day. The clock was 8:30 am. I went into the kitchen and made myself some strong coffee. I don't know, stupid, caffeine never worked for me. It's probably a habit. Went and took a shower. Hooray, now at least a little cheered up! I got out of the shower and then the phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard a female voice, it was my mother.
- Hello dear, how are you? - I looked at the clock, 9.15. As always. According to my mother, you could set the clock.
“Okay mom, thanks…” I replied.
- “How is Katya, what happened to you?” - I knew that she would ask. Katya, this is a girl with whom I have been dating for 3 years. Everything seemed so perfect. ... But she got tired of me and she found another. How stupid, he shone three years of his life on a man and gave her his heart, and she took it and trampled it like a rag and wiped her feet on him ...
- “Nothing moms, we didn’t suit each other” - yes, we are too different.
- “Don't talk nonsense! Okay, son, you have to run, hello from your father. “It’s good for him, mom too ...” It’s a pity for mom, she still thinks that he is alive. He died of a heart attack 2 years ago. Mother was in shock for 2 months. But, for her, he will always live in her heart.
I hung up. He opened the curtains ... Big skyscrapers, noisy streets, thousands of people walking in their own way life path. On a thin thread that can break at any moment. And it does not depend on the person, it depends on how the old woman fate decides to act.
Immediately, the feeling of loneliness returned to me, which has haunted me almost all my life. All my life I have been searching and continue to search for my soul mate. I believe that my meaning of life lies in the search for happiness, and my happiness is my soul mate. And Katya… it was stupid, too stupid.
I was already dressed in front of the mirror, straightening my tie. I hate these ropes that hang from almost every respected person in this city. History says that ties were worn by free people. Yes, since that time it has become a habit, but if I don’t wear it, will I become a slave? No, this is one of the stupid things people do. It's petty, but stupid. Okay, to hell with her.
Time to go. He left the apartment and closed the door. I went to the elevator and pressed the button. Suddenly, I realized that it didn't work. Maybe because the button didn't light up. Or maybe because there is a funny note on the door: “At the moment, the elevator is not working. Technical difficulites. We apologize for the inconvenience." And then the signature: "Administration". Okay, running up the stairs is useful. Going down the stairs, I remembered how Katya and I went up it, the same inscription was cheerful on the elevator doors. I must forget him! I must forget about her… I repeated several times in my head. I left the front door on Main Street. And as always had to go through the Kissing Bridge. But it would remind me even more of Katya. Decided to go around Harris Avenue. He entered the crowd and, like thousands of millions of people, followed his own thin thread. A thread called life. I looked at the faces of those around me. Everyone has their own problems, their own worries. There are happy people, satisfied with their fate. But I don't envy them, ask why? The answer is simple. People blinded by their happiness do not see the sorrow, pain and fear that surrounds us all. Yes, fate does not give everyone a chance. But not everyone uses it, and some just don't see it.
In our world, a world built on corruption and deceit, it is impossible to survive without money. In our world, money gives happiness, material happiness, but not spiritual. Spiritual happiness can be achieved, but one has to work very hard. Then you can be sure that you have not lived your life in vain.
I passed a small jewelry store on Harris Avenue. And having already passed the fountain on the square, I saw the main entrance to the building in which I worked. Above the aisle of oars there is a huge poster: “3D design. New technologies!”. Yes, this is where I work. The salary is not bad, so I'm not complaining. I work as a 3d designer.
Entering the hall, the first thing you notice is a huge robot that stands in the middle of the hall. It was a holographic projector. I came up with it. The toy is good. I got into the elevator and pressed on the 21st floor. My office was there. Although I do most of my work at home. Behind your computer. But it was necessary to pick up several layouts and submit several reports on the piece work. In the entire building so far met only 1 person. The building is like a huge anthill, but on a day off (but not for me) there is almost no one here. I got off the elevator and went straight to the boss's office. He sat in a huge armchair and sorted through the reports.
“Good afternoon, sir,” I said to him. He looked at me intently and put the papers on the edge of the table. It was hard to do. And it looked very funny. His table was just huge and made in a very unusual style, and my boss is a small man, even very small, about one and a half meters.
- “Good afternoon Sergey, you are very early today. Well, what about the project, how is the progress there? “Very well,” I replied, “I can say almost finished. Give me at least two more days and I will finish…” he interrupted me.
-“I give you exactly a day or you will not receive a salary.”
He said it quite softly, he knew perfectly well that if I tried, I could do it in a few hours.
I went home. The way home was pretty calm, I didn't think much about it, my only thought was to quickly finish the project and collapse into bed. But the project was not so easy to complete.
After a few hours in front of the computer, I finally finished the project. I am completely out of breath. I was so tired that I even forgot to set my alarm. I fell asleep instantly.

I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Weird, I didn't turn it on. Okay, to hell with him. So I would sleep. Went to the kitchen to make coffee. I took the kettle and turned on the faucet, but ... but the water did not come out. Damn, they turned off the water again?! He opened the refrigerator to at least take a sip of mineral water, which he did not finish yesterday. But... but the refrigerator was empty, and in addition there was no light. What the hell?! I looked at my watch, but it was still 8:30. The clock didn't work, so how did the alarm go off?! It was only now that I noticed that the room was dead silent. The window was open, but I did not hear the noise of cars and the city. I went to the curtains. A little fear played in me. What can be waiting for me behind these curtains? Anything! I opened it... But I didn't see anything like that. Only the city. But, but empty. There was no one there. Only empty streets and cars. I became very scared. I didn't understand anything. Suddenly I'm dead, I suddenly thought. Or maybe it's just a dream? I slapped my cheek, but I felt pain. Strange ... I quickly put on my pants and left the apartment. There was a sign on the elevator: “THE ELEVATOR WILL NEVER WORK AGAIN! SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE…”, but then the inscription was erased as if it were several years old, so I could not finish reading. Ran up the stairs. I was very scared. Here I was already standing on the street, in the same pants. But the surroundings were empty. I screamed, but I heard only my own echo. Walking through the streets, everything seemed so old to me, as if there had been no one here for several decades. Dear little fell asleep squeaks. Walking near the park, I noticed that everything was overgrown. It is clear that no one was following him. It was all like a horror movie. There is no more mysticism. So I wandered for several hours, at least it seemed to me, But I never met anyone. Suddenly, passing a cafe where I often sat with Katya, I saw a cup on the table. A cup of something hot. I sat down at the table, took a cup and sniffed. The smell of strong coffee… umm. Very pleasant smell and very strange all this. Not thinking for a long time, but what to think and what to lose. I took a small sip. The coffee was fresh and very tasty. Suddenly, in the distance, there, near the fountain, I saw a silhouette, the outline of a man. I quickly got up and ran towards him. Almost running up, I noticed that it was a girl, a very pretty girl. Years 26-30 I can’t say right away. Brown hair, hazel eyes.
- “Hello!” - I said - “What's going on, I overslept the end of the world? :)” - I said with a smile.
-"Hello. I wanted to ask you this. Today I got up as always, but… everything is around, that is, there is nothing around…” - she smiled, “… well, I think you understand me…”.
- “Yes, in this I understand you, by the way, my name is Sergey ...”.
- “And I’m Dasha, Dasha Nikolaevna, nice to meet you.”
She held out her hand. Rarely, when meeting, a girl holds out her hand to you.
“I have been wandering for several hours, but I can neither find nor understand anything. It’s as if someone hasn’t lived in this city for a long time…”
-“Yes, I already noticed it, it’s all very strange.”
“Would you like some coffee?” I asked smiling.
- "If you offer, then I will not refuse."
I took her to the cafe where I had recently been sitting. We sat down at a table and I pushed a cup of coffee towards her. I’m not afraid to say that I really liked her, I could probably meet such a girl like her only in a dream ...
- “The coffee is wonderful, I can’t imagine how you got it, but in return I can offer you a bottle of cognac, which I found and almost drank myself.” She smiled again.
- “Of course I won't refuse, only a fool would refuse” - we laughed.
- “Then send me home” - without taking her voice off me, she told me.
-"OK, let's go…".
We got up from the table and walked straight down the road.
“By the way, where do you live?” I asked her.
- “On Neibolt Street, house number 2. ”- without stopping smiling, she answered me.
-"Yes? I live nearby, but I have never seen you.”
“I just moved, I haven’t even unpacked the boxes yet.”
We walked for about 5 minutes. Quite a good area, there is little crime and the apartments are not expensive. We went to her apartment. I sat down on the devan and waited for her to bring cognac.
We sat on the couch and drank quite tasty cognac. The conversation was no longer about what happened, but about us, about our life ... I don’t know at what moment, but we got off the devan and were already lying on the carpet together. I took her hand and looked into her eyes. So beautiful ... I kissed her, she looked into my eyes, and I looked into her. Gentle hugs... and a passionate kiss... she whispered, "... I love you." I answered her the same. And as soon as I once again touched her passionately burning lips...
… I woke up.
Opened my eyes. NO! NO! NO!. Was it just a dream?! No, no, no… I jumped out of bed and flung open the curtains. The same noisy city filled with people. Well, it was all so real, wasn't it? I do not believe in this…
I took a shower, the phone rang. No, mom, I can’t answer ... I got dressed and left the apartment, went to the elevator and pressed the button. He went. I went to the boss and gave the project. On the way, I decided to stop by the same cafe. Sat at a table and took coffee.
In front of me, I saw a girl sitting with her back to me.
-“DASHA, THIS IS YOU?” I asked.
The girl turned around (yes, brown hair, brown eyes, cute nose…), looked at me and….
... smiled ...

If in a dream you experience a strong and irresistible love for your chosen one, it means that in real life you will be cheerful, cheerful and satisfied with your position.

A passionate and stormy manifestation of love in a dream portends that in reality you will be inspired by the successes achieved and this will give a new impetus to your creative abilities.

For a woman to show touching and tender love to her husband and children promises nothing to overshadow family happiness and a house - a full bowl.

A dream in which you see your parents treating you with fatherly love suggests that you will cultivate in yourself a straightforward character and other positive traits and virtues in their image and likeness.

For a woman in love to see a dream in which she rides in the car of her chosen one, means loyalty to each other, despite all the vicissitudes of fate.

If you fall in love with a eloquent talker in a dream, this suggests that in real life superficial factors will play a fatal role in your life choice.

If you dream that your husband is in love with another woman, such a dream should simply alert you and make you diversify the style of your relationship with him somewhat in order to bring some element of novelty into it.

If you dream that you fell in love with another man, it is true that such a dream is a reflection of your spiritual loneliness, despite an outwardly busy life.

Showing love for animals in a dream speaks of your peace, even if you are not inclined to agree with this; perhaps understanding of this will come later.

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Dream Interpretation - Love

Experience a bright feeling of pure love: very good sign, portending you a saturated, interesting life. try not to lose this magical feeling after waking up, and then everything, no matter what you undertake, will bring you success.

To observe the platonic love of other people and sincerely rejoice for them is a sign of a special disposition of fate. Fortune promises to favor you.

A touching love for animals in a dream: indicates a kind of disappointment in life, which gradually darkens your life and spoils relationships with people around you.

At the same time, to experience a blinding love passion for someone: portends serious difficulties in business and conflicts with others.

Seeing love passion from the outside or becoming the object of someone's unwanted passion is a sign of events that can unsettle you and confuse all your plans. This dream portends unexpected difficulties that can greatly complicate your life.

I had a wonderful dream. The feeling is that they gave it to me as answers to my questions. But that was not an exact answer, most likely detailed, but confusing. He left fond memories. A mysterious dream, and at the same time simple, bright. I thought about him all the time while I was standing in the shower, and even wiping my face with a towel, I thought and thought ... And I leaned on the bathroom, already dressed, ready for everyday affairs. I was in no hurry to leave. It was nice to remember, and at the same time I wanted to understand. And I also wanted to thank you for giving me such a wonderful vision.

The day before I worked at the computer. It was necessary to make a collage on the theme of Romanticism. The collage turned out to be simple, concise, but I liked it so much ... I couldn't take my eyes off it. Although he is primitive. I found on the Internet a photograph of a girl from the beginning of the century, in a hat and in a tweed suit. Couldn't look at that face. Such a lovely image of this stranger. She herself is fragile, young, not beautiful, yesterday she was probably a frail aristocratic chicken, locked up in her father's house. And now he is sitting in front of the photographer, his back is straight, his head is tilted, his hat neatly hides his head .. What is he thinking about? Or dreaming? Or embarrassed? Eyes, eyes. Gray-blue - that's for sure, even if the photo is not in color. What a wonderful, simple and inexpressible image! Oh...

At the bottom, in beautiful letters, was the inscription: "Miss Florence Dobson."

Florence means...

I boasted of my simple creation to a friend through the network. It was already two nights. My friend wished me romantic dreams. I laughed, knowing that I hadn't had good, lucid dreams in a long time.

And this dream seems to me very interesting, fascinating, but, waking up, it became clear that if you tell it to your loved ones at breakfast, they will all scatter out of boredom. But how to tell and to whom? oh, how I want to express, to pronounce this feeling of just experienced adventures!

At first I dreamed that I was invited to visit someone else's apartment. Suddenly, in the hall, I meet my parents, mom and dad are sitting at a round low table and drinking tea and eating something. It's not that they're not happy to see me, but rather surprised by my appearance. Father, somehow embarrassed and politely invites to sit down and treat himself. I feel that I am an unplanned guest and, as if simply, by chance, I refuse, pretending to be looking at the apartment. Some slightly tickling nerves waiting. It is not clear what. Either that the owner will finally come and dilute the silence, or I am waiting for instructions from my parents ... Mom complained that she was bothered by a ghost that lives on the floor above. It constantly demands attention to itself and knocks on the drainpipes. To calm her down, I do something about this, but I quickly cool down. I understand that my mother is not particularly concerned about this, but somehow I'm not interested. And again waiting.

Then I see a commercial on TV. advertise a special unique program for travelers. Something like the transfer of "The Last Hero". Such dynamic, cool music sounds, as if from Bond. The operator sits in the helicopter. Removes from the threshold of a city similar to New York. High towers in a sunny haze. This is America. The helicopter is rapidly descending, enveloping the seductive views of the streets of the metropolis in a semicircle. The announcer quickly, loudly, very recklessly talks about the program. choose long time volunteers who want to live without any means in a foreign country. Conditions: you need to communicate only in English and live according to the laws of the country, accept all conditions.

When we were descending, it turned out that I was the operator of that helicopter, and filming the camera is just my own view of the environment. While I thought of this, both the music and the voice of the announcer died down, only the rustle of a helicopter propeller was heard. We landed at some sort of warehouse. a huge area covered with huge barns. We land carefully in front of the entrance of one of them. There are three of us, I don't know my comrades and I don't remember. We then split up. We were met by three. One woman and two men. Everyone immediately started helping us with things and loading them into the car. One of them, a tall tall fellow with a Hollywood smile, looks like Superman. He tried to joke all the time and he even got it contagious. At least thanks to him, the first disappointed notes were avoided. In parallel with the welcoming jokes, he rather famously collected our things and loaded them into the car. His energy distracted from doubts. His comrade was blond, frail, round-shouldered, wiry. and very gloomy. But he worked well, he did not look at us. His frown aroused my suspicions and I decided to tell him something. It's more fun, anyway, no one gives us work. It seemed that in this way they want to show us how they were waiting for us and how they love us in absentia. So I joked something gloomy. The joke confused him, he stopped and somehow tensed up, I even regretted that I blurted out nonsense. a bad case... But after a pause of stupor, the corner of his mouth twitched in the direction of his ear and he began to work more cheerfully.

We were taken inside these warehouses. Now, until the end of the dream, everything happened in one single huge territory ... It looked like pavilions, the areas of one site were blocked from the other by thin partitions. And so the labyrinths were formed. And everything was under the ceiling. And everywhere, despite the large territories, there was some kind of rubbish; there were little things everywhere, old sofas, lamps, boxes and cabinets, paintings.... Even in pavilions that were not used... There were shavings, construction debris everywhere... And, most importantly, there was a clear sense of self. Something like when you fall into a trap. You clearly know that this is not a dream, that all this is happening to you, to no one else. which means there is no choice. There are no answers. There is nothing. Just you and your brains, or whatever you have... Those pavilions were your destiny. getting out of them was simply impossible. For the simple reason that you did not remember the way back, and most importantly, where you flew from at all is not clear.

That merry fellow was sort of an infiltration helper. He helped to adapt at first. But soon he began to disappear on business, and then just disappeared. We weren't particularly close. I started walking and looking without him. I soon became friends with the group. These were Native Americans. They were older than me. I was not hard with them, sometimes our interests often coincided. But the feeling of kinship did not come, they, living like hippies, did not take care of my place. I had nowhere to sleep. Somehow tired of cheerful conversations, I moved away to lie down. She lay down in some dirty corner. Opposite, on the wall, hung a picture. Such a gloomy one. Some kind of flower in a pot that looks like a sunflower. Oh, I thought, if these oklomons had threads, I would embroider this flower ... And I began to look at at least some semblance of pixels in the image, so that later, if I was lucky, I could pick up threads by color ...

Just then a girl from the company came up. Good girl, but strange. She was too sincere, open. She was still tempted to offend, because she did not know dirt at all. I saw light in everything. Naive, in general. She asked why I was lying in this dirty corner. I said that I have nowhere to sleep. The girl immediately began to fuss, began to groan and lament, immediately jumped up and from the next room began to move the sofa. "Here, here! - says - sleep here!".
"No, no, I won't!" - I was scared because there were rumors that a ghost lives in this room. But the girl was so sincerely concerned about my comfort that I regretted her feelings, and agreed to sleep in the "creepy" room for the night. And I myself think about how I will go cold with fear. this girl came into the room with me, and immediately sat down in an armchair, lowered her head to her chest and fell silent. What with her? "Hey Hey!" I patted her on the shoulder. head leaned back, instead of a girl sat such a gray spirit with luminous eye sockets. Pretty, I thought, this girl is a ghost...Now I'll have to sit with her and entertain her. Again, it seemed boring to me, but I immediately decided to relax. It is not known how long she will keep me in her room, but I have to while away the time ... And what difference does it make what is here, what is there? Looking around, I noticed that her room was essentially wonderful, literally littered with all sorts of pencils, brushes, paper ... There are canvases against the walls. and the sun is shining through the window. Sun!

The spirit fell asleep in my arms, turning into a gray fluffy kitten. By that time, guys had snuck into his room. began to drink beer and laugh. I approached them. I wanted to go with them, back to the community. I looked at my hands, in which the kitten was dozing under the rays of the sun ... Forgive me for leaving you. incredibly sad. so I see how the spirit will wake up and discover my betrayal. And how he will cry about the loss of his only friend, and again he will wait for a meeting in a locked room, among the sunny dust settling on brushes and paper ... But I cannot help it. Better betrayal than forever sitting at a dirty window and looking at the sun.

With these thoughts I leave. cheerfully told the guys that "I'll go and get some beer."
And I'm running from this place. Ashamed. I run into some trendy guy. He has a great olympic shirt on. right there, so as not to cry, I exaggeratedly, too cheerfully praise his new thing, demonstrating my knowledge in the field of youth fashion. the guy is flattered. "Berlin?" I ask authoritatively. "Denmark," was the answer. All the same, one garbage, but I myself smile smugly and rush towards the community.

And there is a blast. A party is planned. I'm already mine. I'm almost American now. Or rather, I am an American, only that I am a stranger - only I know. I notice that some scary people in cleaning uniforms come and begin to wash the floors, the territory, set tables, put dishes ... The guards are watching them. These unfortunate people are like freaks, like drunkards and murderers, like animals. Two of them did not share something and fought in front of everyone. It was a husband and wife. The space was cut through by a woman's screech. She scolded him in Russian, obscenity. the Americans laughed, the guards quickly jumped up, hit them with a stick and dragged them aside. I felt sorry for these unfortunates. It was sad. These are my. Here, I'm a part of them. as if I and they, Russians, were standing on opposite sides of a thin transparent wall ... If I had screamed in Russian, I would have instantly found myself with them, and I would have cleaned the territory in the same way, and, worst of all, I would not have had the opportunity move. I would be shackled in this Russian community among drunkards and murderers. I didn't want it, so I didn't say anything. But I wanted to cry.

When the guards took the Russians away to disperse the anger and longing, I decided to plunge into the general fun. The main thing is that no one knows. Went to the busiest table. Young girls in short tops and jeans, guys with nice bodies and extravagant clothes... Fun. In the center of attention is a red-haired guy with blue eyes. I come closer. Matthew?...
The main thing is not to stop, the main thing is not to understand that we met. I walk with a confident cat's gait right at him, as if I'm publicly demonstrating my sexual power, he, well done, plays along, and sits quietly, looking straight ahead. I bring my face to his ear, smiling, whispering to him: "What the hell are you doing here?" Unbeknownst to everyone, I take him by the button and pull him towards me. I'm letting go. I go to another room, do not turn around.

The signal has been received.

Entering another room where we will not be disturbed, I turn around. He's already in. this is a unique opportunity. Both he and I understand this. Do we know each other! We have something in common. This trifle, which in fact does not bring us together at all, gives us incredible strength and inspiration. Finally! Well, at least there is someone! You are not alone!

Matvey immediately becomes ill from the threshold. I rush to help him. He is clearly tired. He's been here longer than me. Or maybe not .. While I was helping him, we were locked up and we ended up behind bars. Americans were passing by and looking at us. It was too late. It became clear that we are now together. Gotta live somehow...
And we lived. In fact, we were strangers. But there was something in common that brought us closer. And those rare, intimate caresses that we showed in front of everyone, with incredible warmth flowed through our bodies. It was comparable to the warmth of the sun that warmed through the dirty glass of the window in the room of the gray spirit. It was another small, insignificant portion of happiness. Chit. And our caress consisted in the following: we could only sit high on the boxes and, dangling our legs, touch each other's feet with our fingers. That's all. We didn't have conversations. Our commonality was glued together by a single memory, when at the very beginning, helping Matvey to come to his senses, I kissed him. Purely by chance.

Soon, a couple of gay men began to approach our cage. One of them was typical, muscular and choleric, capricious and angry. He pointed at the losers with his fingers and called names. He ordered me to come to the grate. "You! come here." I approached. He and his companion began to examine me, turn around, question me. I answered their questions perfectly and calmly in English. Then the choleric asked to undress to underwear. I didn't feel any shame. I didn't care anymore. the only thing I was worried about was that I could stay here behind bars just because of one trifle: the design of my underwear might not like it. sheer wickedness. But there is nothing to do. These corrupt pedrils don't stand on ceremony. I undress. To my surprise, I am wearing an amazing tank top, embroidered all over with red flower patterns. While I myself groan in surprise, the choleric grunts approvingly, smiles contentedly, and he himself, businesslike, turned the inside out and stuck out the black label. It had familiar letters: D&G. Marking e. "Write down: marking E!" - dictates the chief. I don't understand, but I can guess. I feel like I'll be out soon. I will be taken away. It is possible to participate in shows, because I have a small marking. But I don't care, I'm just happy to get out. Wherever. As long as you don't sit still.

The last thing I remember, I was already released and this moron was running around and filling out documents for the ownership of me, he even bought me a fur coat. Foolish, heavy. He likes it better, so be it. And I only think of one thing. How to break away from this redneck and thank the one who was with me for the last time. I found this woman. No time. Literally on the street, I grab her hand, shake it and thank, thank, thank ... She, too, is being taken away somewhere. In this gratitude for five minutes, I try to express the maximum of my happiness. "Thank you, thank you! I want you to be happy without fail! So that you are lucky! Be, be happy!".

That's all. The whole dream. It may seem symbolic. Let it be. But the main thing is not projections and symbols. The main thing is the feeling that remains. It's like a grain that has sprouted in the chest. It grows by itself, you can't pull it out.

It is a feeling of constant transition, constant journey. An endless journey from which there is no way out. But the main thing, no matter what the conditions are, the main thing is to constantly remain grateful to the past and be ready to submit to the future. Constant adaptation. Attempts to find happiness in a prison cell, because there is no way out, but you need to pass the time somehow ... And no matter how much you go, you are alone everywhere, and the rest are the same conditions of your journey ... You have to be kind to everyone , because at any moment you can be taken from one pavilion to another, and your friend will soon rush in the other direction too. You will not meet again, and he will remember your kindness in a difficult moment, and this memory may help him survive ...

I'm going to the new pavilion. I don't know what awaits me. But it will be interesting.