Recent dreams containing fruit page 22

Picking fruit from faries

I seen last night that i am at my old house where we lived before my marriage this house is not owned by my father it is government alloted flat which is alloted to my father when he is in government service.i saw that me my parents g visit this flat to spend some holidays and this flat is owned by my father and kept as an asset with him .in the balcony area we used to have lots of plant there in reality so i saw that we have small frit trees or plants rooted in pots and t on these plants i saw first pomogranate fruit and i call my mother to see the fruit tthen i saw on next plant there are four five oranges then i call my aa and sister thne my big brother came in balcony we all four lie down on floor to count exact numbers of fruit there then suddenly when i welcomed my brother i saw another two fruit plants that is berries when is greeen one which have few berries on it and another is black berries fruit plant which is full of berries then i call my only daughter to see your favourite fruit is there also.we all three brother sister are married and having kids too but i only seaw my daughter .what this dream tells?

I ate an unknown but sweet fruit

Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.

Buying cleaned jackfruit

Fruits and my mother was with other people

Lots of fruits and my mother was the

Fruits at war

Old school friends, one in particular. then in his car going to the gym yet I do not make it into the gym I am then running away from some man with dark hair and unusual eyes. as im running away im walking over what seems like plastic trays with fruit - purple grapes and a stone fruit. I make it to the gym but my friend has made new unusual friends talking over a plate of broccoli

Banana tree in house with fruits