The dream about your cousin reflects deep emotions that you hold towards your family. Cousins symbolize a sense of connection and familiarity, representing the bonds that you share with your loved ones. This dream signifies that you have a strong attachment to your family and value their presence in your life. The surprise you felt upon waking from this dream indicates that you may have underestimated the importance of family ties in your day-to-day life. Your genuine surprise shows that you possess a compassionate and warm-hearted nature. Embrace this emotional connection with your family and take time to nurture these relationships, as they provide a foundation of support and love in your life.
Dream about Cousin suggests lurking danger, aggression, raw emotions or sometimes death. You need to be more neutral or objective in your decision making. You are undergoing some sort of transition and need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. This dream is a harbinger for an uncontrollable situation or an all-consuming force in your life. You are grappling with a problem in your personal or professional life.
Cousin means a sinister or painful secret you are keeping. You need time for contemplation. You are suppressing your feelings or thoughts. The dream is a message for feelings of anger, hostility and fierceness. Perhaps there is something that are you trying to hide.
Dream about Cousin [the child of your aunt or uncle] symbolises loss of love and broken companionship. You are looking or searching for acceptance. Perhaps a relationship or situation is too controlling. This dream hints impatience or impulsiveness. You are coming to terms with some problem or issue that you have been at odds at for a long time.
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I saw myself taking part in a joint exercise with neighbors and family members under a policeman’s supervision. At first I wasn’t fully involved. The policeman said if I wanted results, I needed discipline and commitment. After hearing that, I began following the instructions seriously. My energy increased, my performance improved, and I started doing better than the others.
During the exercise, my mom told me that my cousin’s freedom was being restricted and closely monitored by her mother, similar to how she sometimes treats me. I was surprised and wondered how she knew. I spoke to my cousin respectfully and explained that sometimes parents do not realize how their actions affect our mental health.
By then the exercise group had left, so we tried to catch up using my cousin’s car. I sat in the front while she drove, but she kept missing the turn even though I guided her. She then asked me to drive, but I hesitated because the car was manual. Just as I was about to start driving
I was in a waiting area outside a well furnished office office. I saw my cousin barge inside. He was wearing a grey shirt. The office door right in front of me. Just as he was about to enter he stopped and looked on the left. His head was slightly bent down. I think he was aware of my presence. I noticed his face was dark and disfigured. I could also see fluid oozing out
I saw myself at my cousin’s place. His TV was hanging imbalanced, shaking to and fro.
This cousin was someone who had betrayed me. Everyone — including my stepbrother and the other cousins he betrayed me with — was looking at the TV but doing nothing to stop it.
As the TV fell off, I walked in just in time to save it from total destruction, but the edges were already torn apart.
I saw my cousin and his friend abusing me without provocation. I felt disrespected and wanted to fight them with the compass in my hand, but I chose not to, especially because I am older than them. They tried to fight me, but when I dared them, they came close yet couldn’t touch me. Soon after, money came into my hand, and they began to hail me. I knew what they were doing, but I chose to extend kindness to them by giving them two notes.
I took a bus and was seated at the front, while the other passengers sat at the back. Upon arriving at a place, I began learning a new skill: practicing how to couple a musical flute. I worked on it carefully, following the instructions, and when I finished, I submitted my performance to one of the best journalists for evaluation. He acknowledged that I had tried and spent hours practicing, but noted that I was unable to couple it perfectly. Meanwhile, my cousin looked at me with disapproval, while the journalist smiled
I saw that my cousin and I survived a bomb explosion. While my cousin was unconscious but still alive, I only suffered a slight injury to my head.
I picked up my cousin’s body using a mobile hospital bed, and strangely, he himself was also at the other end of the bed helping to carry his own body. His elder brother joined us, but he did not do much to help.
As we were on our way to the hospital, I saw my former neighbor, who began asking personal questions about what had happened. My cousin grew suspicious, wondering why she was so interested.
Eventually, we reached the hospital, where my cousin’s body was being attended to. At that point, I woke up.
I saw my cousin, and he apologized for not picking up my call, saying he had been busy driving. I hadn’t taken it personally—it wasn’t a big deal to me. I told him about a nurse I had met who said she knew him, and he acknowledged that he did know her.
Later, I saw myself at the hospital, waiting to see a doctor. The doctor I intended to see was my cousin, but for some reason, the nurse moved my seat backward, which caused a delay. Instead, she was attending to some foreign black patients from Jamaica. I kept my cool, knowing that eventually, I would still see the doctor—whether it was my cousin or another doctor.
I saw that both my cousin and I had separate blood pressure monitor devices, which we each used to check our blood pressure.
I saw that my cousin’s late father had relocated her from the United States to the United Kingdom. My stepbrother later tried calling her, but she didn’t answer, which made him angry. I told him to calm down. He then said he wished he were still in the UK.
I was at home preparing to go out when a distant cousin took my money. I chased him around an uncompleted building, circling it three times. Suddenly, a rude woman confronted me, and as we argued, people emerged with knives—one stabbed me.
I asked my cousin, “What’s the meaning of this?” I pleaded and apologized, but the crowd grew. Their leader ordered them to take my TV—they carried out our old family set from the ’90s. They poured out my father’s documents and tried to take his box. I resisted, and surprisingly, my cousin did too. One attacker shouted at him, demanding to know what he did with my money.
Outnumbered and unable to retrieve my phone, I walked away. Outside, I saw my stepmother, dressed in white, smiling with joy over my suffering. I said nothing.
Then I began to fly—rising above all the chaos. As they tried to stop me, I shouted, “In the name of Jesus, get behind me and die!” They vanished, and I soared over a body of water, tired, trying to rest