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Dream of cards, credit, time, waitress, woke up

I talked to a waitress who told me she never paid online using credit cards because she thought it was unsafe, I told her I purchase online all the time and it was fine. She didn't believe me, and then I woke up.

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 4 years ago on April 27, 2021

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of cards in a dream

Skill and chance. Playing some sort of game. Troubles ahead. If playing them in your dreams with others for social pastime, you will meet with fair realization of hopes that have long buoyed you up. Small ills will vanish. But playing for stakes will involve you in difficulties of a serious nature. If you lose at cards you will encounter enemies. If you win you will justify yourself in the eyes of the law, but will have trouble in so doing. If a young woman dreams that her sweetheart is playing at cards, she will have cause to question his good intentions. In social games, seeing diamonds indicate wealth; clubs, that your partner in life will be exacting, and that you may have trouble in explaining your absence at times; hearts denote fidelity and cosy surroundings; spades signify that you will be a widow and encumbered with a large estate.


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Meaning of credit in a dream

To dream of asking for credit, denotes that you will have cause to worry, although you may be inclined sometimes to think things look bright. To credit another, warns you to be careful of your affairs, as you are likely to trust those who will eventually work you harm.


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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 waitress in a dream

Service. Ready to provide some sort of service. Aware of other people needs.


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Meaning of woke up in a dream

When you wake up you actually see the life as they are, you are no longer closed in your concept. To wake up from the dream, you are really accepting and knowing who you are. We are all familiar with the situation called "dream". We sleep, we are in a kind of unconsciousness, disconnected from the reality around us. However, while we are "in" within the dream, we feel it as a real reality, and experience a great many emotions, thoughts and situations. When morning comes and we wake up we "sober up" and realize that everything that happened in the dream was not real, while the reality in our waking state is real. Similarly, a person who attains spiritual attainment feels that the world and physical reality were not real. The Kabbalists express this feeling in the words "we were like dreamers." In so doing they want to illustrate to us that the real reality into which man "awakens" after acquiring the spiritual senses, is the only one that exists while the physical reality in which we seem to live today, is but a temporary dream from which we are all to awaken.


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