Dream about Family House points at the struggles and challenges in your life. You are surrounded by wealth and riches. There is something in your past that you need to hold on to and preserve. Your dream is a message for your appreciation for the simple things in life. You will eventually achieve your desires and goals after some effort and struggle.
Family House is an omen for the small accomplishments you make along the way toward a bigger goal. Perhaps you are somewhat jealous. You need to look at the broad perspective. Your dream points at coolness. You feel you are being overlooked.
Family in your dream is an omen for your gravitation for oddness and peculiarity. Some aspect of yourself or your life needs updating. You need to look within yourself for the solution to a problem instead of relying on outside help. The dream states some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. You need to acknowledge your inner child.
House in dream is your difficulty in connecting with somebody. You need to use your feelings to overcome your fears. There are some characteristics that you are refusing to acknowledge or incorporate into your Self. Your dream is a symbol for acknowledgement and acceptance of the repressed aspect of yourself. You need to show more of your nurturing and caring nature.
Dream about both “Family” and “House” is sadly a warning for your negative outlook, deteriorating thoughts and crumbling ideals. You are too yielding in a situation. Stand up for yourself. You are feeling emotionally distant and physically detached. The dream points at the feelings you have rejected. You are trying to connect with someone, but it is not going anywhere.
Dream about family house is feminine power and change. You need to maintain a happy median between what is ahead for you in the future and what you left behind in the past. You believe your way of doing things is more superior. This dream is a signal for power and the qualities or feelings that rule your life. You are destined to a position of power, wealth and prestige.
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I saw that I went to a beach event with my family and friends.
When we were returning, I packed all my clothes and shoes into a bag and wore slippers that reflected who I truly am.
On the way home, I bought food items to cook and eat with my brother at the family house.
While eating sweet potato, I noticed my late grandmother standing outside.
I gave her the remaining piece of sweet potato I was eating
I had a dream that I was in my family home. My dad and another person were fighting in a pool, and later a third person joined them. The fight became two against one, with my dad and the other person on the same side.
It ended with my dad losing both legs and one hand, but he was still functioning. He managed to get access to a sword and tried to hold everyone hostage. I rebelled and freed everyone from his control. In the end, he gained a new recruit who began doing his bidding.
I saw myself in my hometown. At some point, I realized I had defecated on the handle of a chair and covered it up. Later, my stepmother returned home as usual and asked why I hadn’t cooked. I told her I had forgotten. She became angry and refused to give me food.
Instead of feeling upset, I felt relieved and began preparing to leave the house.
Then my aunt approached me and asked about a secret we had shared since childhood, wanting to know if I had ever revealed it to anyone. I told her no. After that, she left. I couldn’t tell what she was planning or what she was up to.
I saw myself in my family house. At first, I looked unwell—sick, tired, and unkempt, with overgrown hair. Everything around me felt dull.
Then suddenly, the next day, I was full of energy. I looked healthy, strong, and well-groomed, with my hair neatly cut. There was light in the house, and my grandmother’s room had been thoroughly cleaned
saw myself in my paternal hometown. When I woke up in the dream, I realized I had spent the night with the wrong people in the neighborhood. I decided to return home quietly, moving in stealth mode.
When I opened the gate, my stepmother confronted me and demanded to know where I was coming from. I told her I was coming from my late uncle’s place, because I had passed by there earlier.
I entered the sitting room and saw my stepbrother counting money. Then my father told me that I had until the end of the month to leave the family house.
Instead of feeling worried, I was actually happy—because in the dream, the end of the month was only a few days away, and I had been wanting to leave for a long time.
I saw myself in the sitting room of my family house. There was a conversation going on, and I was listening to a boy and a girl talking — it was obvious they were lovers.
Then, a strange girl who was my girlfriend came in to greet me, and she was accompanied by a little girl. I told both of them to go and sleep.
After a while, a popular comedy skit maker joined them. He started behaving inappropriately, so I slapped him. He slapped me back, and we got into a back-and-forth exchange. Some people around began to support him during the confrontation.
I saw myself in my hometown, at my family house. I was with my dad’s driver, who was in charge of my father’s phone and often handled money transfers for him.
At one point, I attempted to take my father’s check behind his back so I could withdraw money from his phone using a mobile withdrawal method. However, the driver noticed and asked me to return the phone. I decided to give it back and abandoned my plan to steal the check or withdraw the money.
Then, I noticed a beautiful school located behind our family house. The students wore beautiful uniforms and were studying quietly — almost as though they didn’t want anyone in my family house to know of their presence.
Soon, there was another school having a debate competition with the quite school, and their voices were loud and clear in contrast to the quietness of the first school.
I saw myself in both my mother’s and father’s hometown, with the scene shifting back and forth. I met my maternal uncle and told him that I had been waiting so we could cook rice.
Then I saw my ex-girlfriend, who returned despite her past betrayal. I allowed her back, but I fully remembered all that she had done. I asked her to come and get fish, tomatoes, and pepper to make stew for the rice. She hesitated, saying that I no longer trusted her with money. I gave her ₦2000, and she left wearing my black jacket.
Not long after, I saw her lying in stagnant, dirty water. I added the last ₦500 I had and wanted to give it to her, but she refused. Instead, she lay in the water insisting that I should put my leg inside the dirty muddy water to hand her the money. At that point, I refused and turned away.
I was in my family house when a distant relative disrespected me. I firmly told her to do better, surprising everyone. My aunt encouraged me, saying I was improving and stepping into leadership. Later, I asked the same cousin about her mother’s burial. Upstairs, now in a jalabia, family members treated me warmly. My mom told me to change for the burial. After searching, I found my clothes in a drawer and wore black with a deep ash short, sneakers, and a cap. I sprayed perfume and prepared. On the way, a university friend and his girlfriend tried to distract me, but I avoided them. People admired my perfume, then I remembered I forgot my phone. I turned back—then woke up.
I saw myself in my family house in my hometown, fetching water from the community well. While fetching, my bucket got cut off, but I was immediately provided with another bucket, which I used to draw water successfully. I kept the water at the back door of my uncle’s room to use for bathing later.
Then my step-sister tried to lock and isolate me in that place. I pushed the door open with force, and it struck the water container she had placed as a wedge, breaking part of it. She began to accuse me and fight me, joined by her mother. As I engaged them, my grandfather—who has never supported me before—suddenly came, supported me, beat them, and drove them away.