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Dream of kids, woke up

I'm trying to get to my car, I have to go trough some women's house to get there. I start stealing her movies for no apparent reason. Then she finds me, not stealing and invites me to a drink. While this happens both my sons disappear. I start yelling for my kids, specially my oldest since where older brother goes younger brother is not far behind. When I see her she's about to throw my youngest off a window, and he is holding for dear life. When I asked what she did to my oldest she told me she threw him out the window. I started to try and get out of the house but couldn't. I was still trying to find my oldest son, and ten I woke up crying.

This dream was added to the dreams database first time 13 years ago on October 04, 2012

Dream Interpretation Analysis

Meaning of kids in a dream

Childhood. Innocent. Joy without profit. Warning of family quarrels. To dream of a kid, denotes you will not be over-scrupulous in your morals or pleasures. You will be likely to bring grief to some loving heart.


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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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