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Dream of boat, sinking, time, truck

I kept sinking my truck and boat, and 2 men that I have known in the past and haven't seen for a very long time were the ones that were in my dream and helping me. Curtis asked me if i was happy? I couldn't answer him.

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 12 years ago on May 22, 2013

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of boat in a dream

Movement across the depths of feelings. Will attain aim in life. Movement across the depths of feelings. Will attain aim in life. Boat signals forecast bright prospects, if upon clear water. If the water is unsettled and turbulent, cares and unhappy changes threaten the dreamer. If with a gay party you board a boat without an accident, many favors will be showered upon you. Unlucky the dreamer who falls overboard while sailing upon stormy waters.


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Meaning of sinking in a dream

Beneath the surface. You want to get to the bottom of things.


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Meaning of time in a dream

Irreversible. Continuity. Arrival or departure of feelings. Organizing your inner self.


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Meaning of truck in a dream

A truck is a heavy duty vehicle. Seeing a truck in your dreams might signify a few things. The truck might indicate a load of work you have to do or someone else need. It might indicate your search for labor and job. The truck in the dream might also indicate heavy burden needed to be moved. According to Kabbalah theory, dreams on a truck represent some trajectory that we are going through due to some charge that is on our hearts and causes us to go through the trajectory in question. Dreams on a truck represent processes we chose to go through due to something that weighed on our hearts. Solving a dream about a truck ride can help us understand what lies behind the choices and decisions we have made in our lives.


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