Understand My Dreams

Dream of day, art, crying, girl, writing

I had a dream about an art competition I'm having tomorrow, and I was so nervous during the competition and wasn't ready at all.. I ended up losing to a girl almost 2 years younger than me, even though in real life I'm the youngest participator in the competition. After losing, I sat alone for the rest of the day, slowly crying, and my crush walked up to me and asked me if all I do was art and if I'm good at writing.. I happen to be a good writer, so I said I was. We smiled at each other and the dream ended.

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of day in a dream

To dream of the day, denotes improvement in your situation, and pleasant associations. A gloomy or cloudy day, foretells loss and ill success in new enterprises.


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Meaning of art in a dream

Image of reality. Honor. Value. Creativity. Image of reality. Honor. Value. Creativity.


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Meaning of crying in a dream

Emotional release. Grief. Domestic trials are on the way. Emotions need to be released. To dream of crying, is a forerunner of illusory pleasures, which will subside into gloom, and distressing influences affecting for evil business engagements and domestic affairs. To see others crying, forbodes unexpected calls for aid from you.


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Meaning of girl in a dream

Learning to be receptive. Happiness and tranquility.


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Meaning of writing in a dream

Communication. Review of your feelings. Record of experience. To dream that you are writing, foretells that you will make a mistake which will almost prove your undoing. To see writing, denotes that you will be upbraided for your careless conduct and a lawsuit may cause you embarrassment. To try to read strange writing, signifies that you will escape enemies only by making no new speculation after this dream. See Letters.


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I had an odd dream where I was at an airport that I saw on a map, was like smack back in the middle of somehow, both LA and San Francisco. It was like dusk, just on the cusp of the sun setting. From where I can remember the dream starting, I was in a much smaller jet, talking to my GF, when I suddenly realised somehow, that I wasn't on that plane, but another one, and it was exactly the time my flight was supposed to be flying out. I quickly gathered my stuff, and prepared to run off the plane, across the airport in the hope I could get to my own plane. I got out onto a relatively empty tarmac, before realising (and placing a great deal of importance) on the fact I had not kissed my GF goodbye, and despite the fact I was already in a hurry and late, ran back to give her a kiss and a hug. To which she seemed too busy to facilitate quickly anyway, but I did end up getting a quick one in. I dont remember my journey across the airport, but somehow I end up at a set of doors where I need my ticket to proceed. In looking for my ticket which I am suddenly unable to find, I drop a bottle of water. An airport member acts like I dropped this bottle of water with attitude, on purpose. And basically tells me to cool my attitude. This causes me to get an attitude, and I respondly snarikly with "you think I did that on purpose? If I wanted to do it on purpose, id do more than that. Oddly also the bottle I dropped, was like the size of my thumb. Eventually this worker after finding out whats going on offers to take me in and sort me out. As they are taking me in, I see a queue of normal passengers. For a brief moment, a man staring at me, deep into my soul, like straight into my eyes, is a dead ringer for my grandfather who passed a few months ago. It out and out looked like him. When I looked away and back again however, he looked completely different. At any rate, they start helping me at the desk, and we are talking and the conversation, I explain what occurred, and that I was just stressed because I couldn't find my ticket etc, and the woman goes "And dont worry hun, thats why we are going to sort you out"..."and that'll be 2300 dollars" I exclaim that I thought they were just helping me look up *my* ticket, not charge me for a whole new ticket. I exclaim that I dont want a new ticket, and I run from the desk and drop to the ground to look through my bag yet again. This time, I am able to find my ticket. It turns out it was folded up in my passport all along! I wave the ticket at them, and run past the line of people, oddly up to a door with no secuty staff on it, but just a button that you hit that opens the door and lets you through. It's at about this point the dream ended. I know dreams dont really mean anything, but what could this dream be suggestive of?

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