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one of my idols dies
What is the meaning of one of my idols dies In a dream
Should you dream of worshiping idols, you will make slow progress to wealth or fame, as you will let petty things tyrannize over you. To break idols, signifies a strong mastery over self, and no work will deter you in your upward rise to positions of honor. To see others worshiping idols, great differences will rise up between you and warm friends. To dream that you are denouncing idolatry, great distinction is in store for you through your understanding of the natural inclinations of the human mind.> Find more dreams containing 'idols'
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