In your dream, the church symbolizes reflection, a beautiful sanctuary within you where you can retreat to find solace and spiritual connection. Just as the church is a place of contemplation and introspection, your dream suggests that you have a deep desire to delve into your inner thoughts and emotions, seeking a deeper understanding of yourself. Your contemplative nature is a true testament to your thoughtful character, always willing to ponder and explore the depths of your soul. Embrace this gift and allow yourself the time and space to reflect, for it is through introspection that you can find clarity and peace.
Dream about Church draws attention to a traumatic or devastating end to a situation or relationship. You may have a crush on a person and your thoughts of him/her has carried over into the dream world. You are thinking about marriage or some serious long-term commitment/project/situation. The dream signals drastic changes that you are trying to make. Perhaps you are trying to figure out how to rebuild a broken friendship.
Church suggests your eccentricities or wittiness. You need to learn to think for yourself and be your own person. You are seeking some solace. Your dream states some anxiety or fear. You are not acknowledging or are rejecting the feminine qualities in you.
Dream about Church [one of the groups of Christians who have their own beliefs and forms of worship] points to your concerns with your looks. Your actions are speaking louder than your words. Perhaps you are lacking knowledge or awareness in some area or issue. This dream points at someone in your life who exhibits some qualities that you liked. You need to take a step back and look at some relationship more objectively.
Dream about Church [a place for public (especially Christian) worship] signals aspects of your own self that you are rejecting or refusing to acknowledge. You need to work through the difficulty and overcome obstacles in your life. You are ready to heal from your emotional outburst. Your dream is a premonition for irreconcilable differences. Through experimentation and taking risks, you learn how and how not to do something.
Dream about Church Service [a service conducted in a house of worship] is a portent for your tendency of taking without giving back. You need to take some aspect of your life a little bit at a time. Perhaps someone or some situation is literally driving you crazy. The dream points to how your buttons are being pushed by someone. You are stagnant state.
Dream about Church [the body of people who attend or belong to a particular local church] is a signal for a malicious plan set forth against you. You need to chill-out or calm-down. You are sacrificing yourself. Your dream symbolises behavioral urges. You are experiencing some momentary anxiety or pain, but you will be a better and stronger person for it in the long run.
Dream about Church [perform a special church rite or service for] is a hint for of a transitional stage occurring in your life. Someone may be trying to keep you from learning the truth. You want to enjoy life and not worry about your daily responsibilities. The dream is a symbol for your willpower. You are ready to grow.
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I saw that I was in church, and I suddenly saw my late female friend. She hugged me joyfully and with excitement. She was the daughter of our pastor.
After that, I saw the pastor and asked her, “When is your daughter coming home?” She replied that her daughter was never coming home—that she was gone. At that moment, reality hit me that my friend was actually dead.
The pastor then told me she knows everything my mother is doing, and she warned me to be careful as I move forward in life.
After that, she taught me how to mix music as a DJ using a desktop computer and specific software. She advised me to learn more about it. We continued walking together as she spoke to me.
I saw myself in church, and the choir began to sing a hymn that a particular choir girl is known for leading. She assumed I didn’t know the hymn, but as soon as they started singing, I joined in confidently without even looking at the hymn book.
The part of the hymn I sang was:
“Christian, do not be careless;
Listen to the voice of the angel.
You are surrounded by enemies;
Be watchful.”
I saw myself in my church, and officials from the electric power company came to disconnect the wires from the electric pole because of an outstanding bill. My pastor and I spoke to the agent, pleaded with him, and convinced him not to cut the power. He agreed, restored the connection, and light came back into the church.
I saw myself in church after being away for a while. I wanted to sit in a spot where I could clearly see both the pastor and everyone else in the congregation. However, a friend of mine was sitting at the last row and invited me to join him.
I joined him reluctantly, but even from that position, I was still able to see the pastor and everyone in the church.
I saw myself in a church where some celebrities were dancing to a hip-hop Christian song. They were beautifully dressed, though not in the usual church manner.
I was wearing a long shirt with the buttons open, a white singlet underneath, a pair of trousers, and black half shoes. On my way, I carried my laptop, which had previously had keyboard issues — but this time, the keyboard had been fixed. It only needed a screwdriver to hold it together completely.
As I continued, I came to a place with damp water. I decided not to walk through it, fearing that snakes might be hiding there. So, I took another route home.
I saw myself in a church with my cousins, drinking my cousin’s whiskey. When it finished, I replaced it. Then, I asked some of the younger members to clean the church and its surroundings while I started cleaning one of the rooms in the mission house.
I also instructed my cousin, who is around my age, to clean the sitting room, explaining that it wouldn’t make sense for the pastor to return and find the church in a dirty state.
I was in a church, watching the service from the shadows. The pianist’s keyboard sounds were being turned into gold, wristwatches, and various valuable jewels. The church rule was that the pianist must not touch those items. He tried to steal them and was caught.
The pastor then took a wristwatch, put it on, and plotted with a partner to create a new scheme to swindle people. I stepped out of the shadows and it became obvious to them that I knew what was happening and have the information on how they operate. They tried to arrest me, but I shot at their men and escaped. While fleeing I was injured in the leg and left a trail of blood. To avoid being tracked home by my blood trail, I intentionally did not go straight home, but I worried because they had a sample of my blood that they could use for DNA.
I saw that I was in church, and some kids were playing around with a football. I decided to join them, playing against them and scoring goals at their post.
However, they were unable to score at my goalpost, even though I wasn’t there to defend it. Eventually, they kicked the ball over to the corner.
I was at a large church crusade, singing joyfully with a great crowd:
“Oh, when they say, oh marching on… oh Lord, I want to be in that number.”
We marched together until the end, where I saw people in white garments sitting idly. My brother stood beside me; my mother was ahead, watching from a distance.
Suddenly, two huge men appeared and came straight at me. I cried out, “They are coming to carry me!” but no one helped. They hurled me against a wall.
When they came again, I shouted, “Die in the name of Jesus!” They fell to their knees and vanished. A third time, I found an invisible sword and fought them off until they faded completely.
Afterward, my mother still watched silently. My younger brother lay fast asleep, drooling on my pillow. I was angry at first, but when he awoke confused, I felt compassion and helped him. Then I woke up.
I was coming from church when I met an old friend, completely drenched in alcohol. He looked disoriented and asked me for money, but I refused, knowing he’d likely use it to drink more.
As I walked further, people started running toward me—it was about to rain. I turned back and found shelter at a family friend’s house. He welcomed me and gave me a well-lit room to stay in.
In his compound, I saw a unique, classic-looking Mercedes Benz. It immediately caught my attention. He told me he had just bought it to resell. I asked where it was made, and he said China. I was surprised and asked if Mercedes had started making cars there, but he didn’t know—he only knew this one was special.
I told him that if he could get it working properly, I’d be interested in buying it.