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Dream of hate, home, platform

I have recurring dream of being at attain station worrying about the route to take to get home. It also involves having to take a lift to right platform and I hate lifts!

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 12 years ago on December 16, 2012

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of hate in a dream

To dream that you hate a person, denotes that if you are not careful you will do the party an inadvertent injury or a spiteful action will bring business loss and worry. If you are hated for unjust causes, you will find sincere and obliging friends, and your associations will be most pleasant. Otherwise, the dream forebodes ill.


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Meaning of home in a dream

Center of being. Spiritual self. Shelter. Basic need fulfilled. Happiness within the family. To dream of visiting your old home, you will have good news to rejoice over. To see your old home in a dilapidated state, warns you of the sickness or death of a relative. For a young woman this is a dream of sorrow. She will lose a dear friend. To go home and find everything cheery and comfortable, denotes harmony in the present home life and satisfactory results in business. See Abode.


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Meaning of platform in a dream

Position. Stage. Triumph. A need to show the real you in front of others.


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