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Dream of bank, grandfather, talking

I dreamed that my grandfather was talking to me and he was in my room getting change from my piggy bank to go to washeteria. And asked me to go with him but I didn't wanna go so he got upset

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 12 years ago on December 31, 2012

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of bank in a dream

Preservation of resources. Sudden loss of money. Preservation of resources. Sudden loss of money. To see vacant tellers, foretells business losses. Giving out gold money, denotes carelessness; receiving it, great gain and prosperity. To see silver and bank-notes accumulated, increase of honor and fortune. You will enjoy the highest respect of all classes.


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Meaning of grandfather in a dream

Seeing your grandfather in your dream may indicate you are ill. If your dead grandfather is talking to you, it might be that you have unfinished business you need to take care of. Grandfather and old people represent wisdom and intellectualism. You might be going the wrong road and you better check yourself.


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Meaning of talking in a dream

Conversation. Communication. Seeking for a way to express something. To dream of talking, denotes that you will soon hear of the sickness of relatives, and there will be worries in your affairs. To hear others talking loudly, foretells that you will be accused of interfering in the affairs of others. To think they are talking about you, denotes that you are menaced with illness and disfavor.


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