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Dream of leaves, sweeping

I dreamt i was sweeping and packing and throwing away dry leaves

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of leaves in a dream

Changes approaching. Cold feelings. To dream of leaves, denotes happiness and wonderful improvement in your business. Withered leaves, indicate false hopes and gloomy forebodings will harass your spirit into a whirlpool of despondency and loss. If a young woman dreams of withered leaves, she will be left lonely on the road to conjugality. Death is sometimes implied. If the leaves are green and fresh, she will come into a legacy and marry a wealthy and prepossessing husband.


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Meaning of sweeping in a dream

To dream of sweeping, denotes that you will gain favor in the eyes of your husband, and children will find pleasure in the home. If you think the floors need sweeping, and you from some cause neglect them, there will be distresses and bitter disappointments awaiting you in the approaching days. To servants, sweeping is a sign of disagreements and suspicion of the intentions of others.


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