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Dream of son, umbrella

Crapo it was watching my son as he went in the trench to pick up my umbrella three of them was watchin him and he got scare and din pick the umbrella

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of son in a dream

Descendant. Youth. Projection of self. There is something that has been denied to you. To dream of your son, if you have one, as being handsome and dutiful, foretells that he will afford you proud satisfaction, and will aspire to high honors. If he is maimed, or suffering from illness or accident, there is trouble ahead for you. For a mother to dream that her son has fallen to the bottom of a well, and she hears cries, it is a sign of deep grief, losses and sickness. If she rescues him, threatened danger will pass away unexpectedly.


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Meaning of umbrella in a dream

Protection. Seeking shelter from emotional storm. An umbrella symbolizes protection. It also may represent a buffer between you and others, especially during a 'stormy' time. An umbrella symbolizes protection. It also may represent a buffer between you and others, especially during a 'stormy' time. To dream of carrying an umbrella, denotes that trouble and annoyances will beset you. To see others carrying them, foretells that you will be appealed to for aid by charity. To borrow one, you will have a misunderstanding, perhaps, with a warm friend. To lend one, portends injury from false friends. To lose one, denotes trouble with some one who holds your confidence. To see one torn to pieces, or broken, foretells that you will be misrepresented and maligned. To carry a leaky one, denotes that pain and displeasure will be felt by you towards your sweetheart or companions. To carry a new umbrella over you in a clear shower, or sunshine, omens exquisite pleasure and prosperity.


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