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Dream of grandmother, grandfather

I dreamt of my dad's step cousin passed away and after few days of death final ritual is happening at my home where is lived for his education 15years ago and when his body is unpacked he cry's saying I don't have peace and I'm hungry. I saw my widow grandmother with flower and my dead grandfather alive applying oil in his room during the final ritual and one of my relatives who came inappropriately dress for the final ritual

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 1 year ago on May 31, 2023

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of grandmother in a dream

Grandmothers can of course simply link to themselves and so if some important issue is involving them right now then you maybe thinking about them. But they can also be symbolic. They can link to the passage of time in some way. A grandmother may link to your assessment of how well or badly your experience of something has been going. Its essentially then symbolic of some review of your experiences.


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Meaning of grandfather in a dream

Seeing your grandfather in your dream may indicate you are ill. If your dead grandfather is talking to you, it might be that you have unfinished business you need to take care of. Grandfather and old people represent wisdom and intellectualism. You might be going the wrong road and you better check yourself.


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