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Dream of dirt, fishing

Bait for fishing ,dirt

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 12 years ago on April 30, 2013

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of dirt in a dream

If negative,unclean;if positive,fertility. Discovery of lost valuables. To dream of seeing freshly stirred dirt around flowers or trees, denotes thrift and healthful conditions abound for the dreamer. To see your clothes soiled with unclean dirt, you will be forced to save yourself from contagious diseases by leaving your home or submitting to the strictures of the law. To dream that some one throws dirt upon you, denotes that enemies will try to injure your character.


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Meaning of fishing in a dream

Seeking underneath or inside for nourishment. Mystery solved.


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