Understand My Dreams

Dream of time, pardon, kill me, death

Dreamed that he was sentenced to death and needed to make calls for a pardon. Finally, not knowing how T got it pfor a year but in the course of time I needed to get one definitive or they would kill me.

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of time in a dream

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


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Meaning of pardon in a dream

To dream that you are endeavoring to gain pardon for an offense which you never committed, denotes that you will be troubled, and seemingly with cause, over your affairs, but it will finally appear that it was for your advancement. If offense was committed, you will realize embarrassment in affairs. To receive pardon, you will prosper after a series of misfortunes. See Kindred words.


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Meaning of kill me in a dream

To dream of someone or something trying to kill you is a quite common dream - nothing to be alarmed deeply into it, but actually we try to understand what is death and the one trying to kill us symbolize for us. Death in a dream is not death the way we see it in day to day life; Death in a dream signifies ending of something and the start of a new thing. So dreaming of something or someone trying to kill me is thinking of the ending of an era. For example your ex is trying to kill you, it actually means this is the ending of the relationship between you and your ex and your mind understands it.


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Meaning of death in a dream

End of a cycle. Something is finally over. To dream of seeing any of your people dead, warns you of coming dissolution or sorrow. Disappointments always follow dreams of this nature. To hear of any friend or relative being dead, you will soon have bad news from some of them. Dreams relating to death or dying, unless they are due to spiritual causes, are misleading and very confusing to the novice in dream lore when he attempts to interpret them. A man who thinks intensely fills his aura with thought or subjective images active with the passions that gave them birth; by thinking and acting on other lines, he may supplant these images with others possessed of a different form and nature. In his dreams he may see these images dying, dead or their burial, and mistake them for friends or enemies. In this way he may, while asleep, see himself or a relative die, when in reality he has been warned that some good thought or deed is to be supplanted by an evil one. To illustrate: If it is a dear friend or relative whom he sees in the agony of death, he is warned against immoral or other improper thought and action, but if it is an enemy or some repulsive object dismantled in death, he may overcome his evil ways and thus give himself or friends cause for joy. Often the end or beginning of suspense or trials are foretold by dreams of this nature. They also frequently occur when the dreamer is controlled by imaginary states of evil or good. A man in that state is not himself, but is what the dominating influences make him. He may be warned of approaching conditions or his extrication from the same. In our dreams we are closer to our real self than in waking life. The hideous or pleasing incidents seen and heard about us in our dreams are all of our own making, they reflect the true state of our soul and body, and we cannot flee from them unless we drive them out of our being by the use of good thoughts and deeds, by the power of the spirit within us. See Corpse.


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Similar Dreams

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?

My grandfather was looking for something which he couldn't find, he came up with an alternative by deciding to sign on a piece of paper He wrote "in whom I love: my son" I asked why he didn't become specific by writing "my son: John" because its the name i love My uncle mumbled, and i explained to my grandfather why i love the name: i said Zaccaria and Elizabeth were promised a child but the problem was that they were too old so Zaccaria didnt believe whereby God shut his mouth until he could speak: my grandfather was listening as if its the first time he heard the story My aunt then arrived, and her baby girl took all the attention, everybody stopped listening to me and gave my niece attention It was then i decided to stop telling why i loved the name John

I had a dream about Parker, Thomasa brother and my dad. the first part of the dream was weird bc someone pooped all over the stall of the bathroom I don't know where that came from and then came Parker's part dot he dream I was in the gym and I saw him like over something but I could only see his eyes and I don't think he saw me looking but I looked away bc I wasn't staring just a glance and then after a while of working out a lady came up to me and showed me how to do a certain exercise correctly then the gym started clearing out and I saw parker again but this time I just walked right past him and then he grabbed me by my arm when I was about to go to a table where my family was and then I stopped and he just walked me into a closet and started talking about something along the lines of him sending texts or saying something indicating that he didn't want me and saying everything he did for me and then someone opened the door a random guy and then I saw Thomas's brother Jonathan and he was just standing there and Parker was telling him that Jonathan would call him on these long rants talking about something regarding me and and Thomas then parker said he sent a text and some image showed up and it was like him saying you help others but you yiu dont help me and and then he said something less and was like you claim to be a Jesus freak or your a Jesus freak and then walked off and during that conversation I was telling him that during those three years of us talking you literally treated me terrible and you know it and then that part ended I think something else happened before but I can remember so now to my dad we had came over to my grandparents house and he was acting very strange to my mom and he sent a very VERY provocative message to me about my mother and what he was going to do to her which made me very uncomfortable and proceeded to call me the wrong age and I said that I didn't want to speak to I him bc he wasn't acting right and he was acting like he didn't knoe anything about his own daughter again I think something beforehand happened I just can't remember. then when I woke up I checked my phone and I'm going on ig and I see someone who is related to Thomas's new girlfriend milan in my story views and the only reason I'm who it is is before when I was still upset about everything I would stalk and I was trying to find out who this girl was specifically her last name and I found her aunts profile and saw she was following her and vice versa then I saw someone named m_polite I think that's the username so I clicked on it and it said marlo polite and I saw the same thing her aunt was following him and the new girl so I'm very confused and to why he's looking at my stuff maybe it's a fake page ror the girl orĀ  family member idk what is going on.

What did you dream of?