Dream about Friend signifies uncertainty in wealth. You are trying to weigh some life decision. You are feeling jarred or shaken-up by something or someone. The dream points at your subordinate role. You need focus.
Friend hints temptation and guilt. You need to let go of certain things and stop letting it bug you. You need to pay more attention to your intuition or gut feeling. Your dream points to someone in your life who is sly and sneaky. You are isolating yourself from others.
Dream about Friend [a person you know well and regard with affection and trust] expresses an unsatisfactory or unfulfilling relationship in your life. You are neglecting the performer within yourself. You need to pay more attention to the needs of your body. Your dream is secret desires. You need to be more calm.
Dream about Ally [an associate who provides cooperation or assistance] points to opportunities or problems. You need to be more flexible in your thinking or decision making. Your belief and your way of thinking is restricting your own growth. This dream hints regret of what you have done in your life. You need to recognize the dangers or negatives of some situation.
Dream about Acquaintance [a person with whom you are acquainted] is a clue for a choice that you need to make which may affect others. You are uncharacteristically mean to someone. You may need to clean up your image or readjust your attitude. This dream is a clue for a desire to cry out about something. There is an old lesson that you need to learn and apply to a current situation.
Dream about Supporter [a person who backs a politician or a team etc.] is a metaphor for routine and monotony. You are going around in circles over a problem or situation. You are feeling inadequate. Your dream is abundance and hospitality. You are trying to escape from the demands of real life.
Dream about Friend [a member of the Religious Society of Friends founded by George Fox (the Friends have never called themselves Quakers)] is a harbinger for the carefree aspects of childhood where you did not have to worry about goals. You are suppressing your feelings or thoughts. You are making a rash decision. Your dream stands for sharing and getting your fair share. You need to change your approach toward your goal.
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I saw that I was with a business partner/friend, and someone was giving us challenges in a particular business. This person was wearing a white-and-black trouser with a horse-blood-colored jacket.
Soon, this person transformed into a lizard, and I kept chasing him. Eventually, he became friendly and made an alliance with us. I greeted him, and he recognized me for my resilience.
After that, I saw a friend arranging lots of biscuits, batch by batch, for everyone present in the hall. My mom and her friend were also there. Her friend gave me two of my favorite biscuits before I would also receive other biscuits from my friends’ group.
I saw myself on the top bunk of a bunk bed, while a friend of mine was living on the lower bunk. Both of us had no money. I leaned down to check on him.
Soon, two friends who had betrayed me in the past came and joined me on my bed. Surprisingly, they were very respectful toward me. Then, an ex-girlfriend of mine also joined us.
Suddenly, she got up close and personal with one of those former friends — the very one who had been trying to avoid her. I sat at a distance, simply watching their shenanigans, and laughed at what was happening.
Saw a long time friend and he was cooking jollof Rice, mixed with tomato and pepper
At night, I was in my car with my brother, a friend, and a lecturer. My friend had arranged for us to settle a past dispute—the lecturer had lied to and scammed me before. He drove awkwardly, like a learner, his guilty expression clear. I stopped him, took my keys, and decided to drive.
When I stepped out to switch seats, my friend also got out. In that moment, I saw a demonic-looking woman rise from the water. I got into the driver’s seat and moved the car slowly, urging my friend to hurry so she wouldn’t catch him. But he stood still, thinking I meant to leave him. I braked, waiting, but he didn’t move. Reversing was risky for those in the car. The woman reached him, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed him whole. I stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
I saw a friend who was also a good business partner, someone who was always looking handsome and glowing. But this time, when he posted a picture, it was blurry. Not only was it blurry, but he also didn’t have his usual glow and looked lean, with his family members in the background.
This is someone who always posts bright, glowing images of himself and his family, so I was left wondering what could have happened to him.
I saw that I was in the company of some friends while my younger brother was asleep. One of the friends went to take something valuable from his pocket while he slept. When my brother woke up, he realized what had happened and demanded that the item be returned, but they refused.
I stepped into the situation, retrieved the valuable, and gave it back to my brother. The friends weren’t happy with what I did, but I did what I had to do and still remained open to being friends with them.
Later, I saw them all eating small portions of rice with a tiny piece of meat, and they didn’t offer me any. I wasn’t bothered because I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted to eat.
I saw two old friends who once belonged to the same confraternity but had drifted apart. Earlier, a friend invited me out for a drink. I went along with four others, including my mom, though I felt uneasy for bringing extra people without informing my host.
My host met me at a location I chose in my former neighborhood, accompanied by one of the old friends. At the venue, we met the other. Soon, the two old friends argued over personal issues, and it escalated into a fight.
I tried to protect the friend who came with my host, helping him leave, but the other friend kept pursuing him. The fight turned brutal, and the friend with me was overpowered and lay lifeless.
The aggressor refused to let us take the body, insisting on burying him there. After much argument, I decided to leave for safety, but the aggressive friend began chasing us, forcing us to run for our lives.
I saw a longtime female friend in a church, well-dressed and sitting among the pastors and church executives in a group photograph. I was initially happy, thinking she had undergone a positive transformation and was elevating herself. However, it was later revealed to me that it was merely a photo opportunity. In reality, she wasn’t doing as well as she appeared in the picture. After the photoshoot, she left and joined the regular congregation members heading home.
I saw myself among a group of people—two women and two men. One of the men was a friend who has repeatedly betrayed me in the past. I was kneeling before them, about to be questioned concerning a business deal that had gone wrong.
Instead of addressing the business issue, my so-called friend asked if I was gay. His question infuriated me, and I stood up to challenge him. They didn’t expect me to find the courage to speak up. I said, “Character is like smoke—it cannot be hidden. We’ve been friends for over 10 years. At what point have I ever behaved like a gay person to warrant such a question?”
When they realized they couldn’t trap me with that accusation, they shifted the conversation back to the real issue—the business deal. However, my friend had already lied to them about me and the job. As I began presenting my side of the story with evidence on my phone, I woke up.
I traveled to a French-speaking country with my friend. While taking pictures on a historic presidential building, local youths got offended, demanding we pay a fine. I apologized, but tension remained until they spoke our local language. I explained we were from the same ethnic group, just divided by borders, which calmed them.
Later, we relaxed by a lagoon. Using my friend’s phone to take pictures, I noticed the location tagged a hotel we frequent back home, which felt strange. As we explored the city, market women welcomed us warmly.
We boarded a car that got stuck in a tight alley. I got down to help but became trapped between the car and the wall. Each attempt to free the car squeezed me more. Thinking quickly, I braced my legs against both walls, climbed up, and escaped through the gap. My friend followed my example, and we both got free.
I saw a friend who had written “kpekus” on his date timetable. “kpekus” is a vulgar term in Pidgin language referring to a woman’s feminine area
I saw that my childhood friend’s father was renovating their house. He had taken off the roof and was adding a story building with a staircase leading upstairs from the living room. I could tell that the house would be much more beautiful once the renovation was completed.
I saw myself affiliated once again with the zone of the confraternity I had been a member of since my university days. We were in a meeting when a particular subject came up, and I chose to speak the truth about it.
As a result of telling the truth, I was beaten. I saw both friends and “frenemies”—people who pretended to be close but were actually against me—sitting together in agreement, all bullying me just because I stood for the truth.
Despite the hostility and physical aggression, I didn’t leave. I chose to stay seated and decided within myself that I would rise above them all, no matter what.
I saw that I had linked two of my friends—one male and one female—and they eventually became so close that they started dating. The female friend later got pregnant. After a while, they began to taunt me with their relationship and her pregnancy, trying to make it seem as though I was left out or irrelevant.
I was on the street at one of my favorite local retail spots, buying liquid milk and drinking it when this was happening. Despite their behavior, I calmly responded by saying, “I thank God I already have a son of my own, long before they even met or thought of getting pregnant.”
Later on, I saw that they had given birth. Despite everything, I still chose to support them and called the child my godson. Elders in my hometown also prayed for the couple and blessed the child. I joined in the prayers alongside someone who shared the same role of being a godfather. Together, we took a photo with our godson, marking the moment.
I had issues with my parents, so I stayed away until they left. I called my close friend and shared everything, including my dreams. He said God was speaking to me and advised silence. His wife added that if I followed certain steps, I’d carry “IFA to Igbodu” in a year and a half. My friend offered to fast-track it if I claimed prior knowledge. As he spoke, I began receiving revelations, like having a personal IFA altar. We visited an apprentice priest. While prepping, I accidentally touched a calabash and smoke rose. My inexperience was exposed. I started saying “Jesus” instead of their chant. The main priest appeared, cleaned my hand with a red oil mixture, then asked me to touch four calabashes and pray. I asked for wealth, health, and breakthrough. He told me to be specific so the god wouldn’t make mistakes. At the last calabash, I repeated, “The money I didn’t tell for, bring it.” I found that strange and questioned if this path aligned with my destiny. Then I woke up.
I saw a longtime friend who had taken a picture wearing a gangol cap. He posted the photo on social media, but it only showed half of his face—not the full image.
This friend has a body structure similar to mine. As I looked at the picture, the thought crossed my mind to repost it and present it as myself. But immediately, a follow-up thought came, saying, “No, there’s no need for that.” That second thought was much stronger and more convincing, to the point that I didn’t even consider the first thought again.
I saw an old university friend. He was driving, and I was sitting in front of his car. He went to search for someone at our former university. As we passed by, I mentioned that I used to take lectures in one of the classrooms there.
Later, we left the campus to look for another person. Suddenly, trouble arose, and in the midst of the chaos, he drove off and left me behind. I was in danger of being attacked, but a lady appeared and rescued me, giving me cover and protection from the attackers.
I saw my friend’s wife having a very engaging conversation with me.
She was deeply focused, and her body language was heavily directed toward me. I noticed this and, to maintain appropriate boundaries, I subtly pulled back a bit—resting my hand on my chin as I listened to her.
I made sure not to make her feel embarrassed, while also being conscious of how it might appear to others around us.
In all sincerity, there was nothing romantic between us—at least I can say that with one hundred percent certainty for myself.
I believe she was simply carried away by the passion or excitement of what she was saying.
I saw myself with some friends, and we were all armed with rifles. One of us decided to use his rifle recklessly and unprofessionally, which provoked a response from the enemy. Chaos followed as we tried to escape.
In the midst of the escape, I joined a friend who was already in a bus. Inside the bus were several elderly women dressed in the same native attire. They looked like women from my maternal side of the family.
I saw a friend who once turned against me return from the U.S., trying to make amends, saying he and others still loved me. Though I’d moved on, I told him—politely—not to insult my intelligence. He apologized. He offered to help me get to New York, which caught my attention. I sensed he may have been sorry, even if he didn’t say it. I changed clothes, wore perfume, and prepared to see him off.
Then my ex-girlfriend—who also betrayed me—showed up and took him away. I stayed silent, but soon his family appeared, accusing me. I was the last one seen with him. They didn’t believe my explanation, threatened and hurt me. I warned them my family wouldn’t take it lightly—they backed off.
Later, the guy returned looking off—his expression wrong. I told his family to hold my ex and another girl accountable. On the way to the hospital, he collapsed and died despite my prayers. Someone confirmed he was gone.
I sensed they’d blame me again. Fearful, I ran as police surrounded the area.
I saw I was in the company of friends when a group of secondary school students—both male and female—came on a date to a restaurant. Although they were referred to as “students,” they were about our age, likely in their 30s, but seemed more local and perhaps less exposed.
One of my friends, noticing their modest background, took advantage of the situation by ordering food and placing it on their bill while mocking them. I chose not to eat from the food or participate in the mockery.
Another friend tried to take advantage of one of the girls, but she was not naive—she firmly said no, setting her boundaries clearly. While the male students were respectful, the girls were self-aware and assertive.
I kept a respectful distance, sitting back and reading a book. The girl who stood her ground approached me and, in a platonic and friendly way, said she admired the book I was reading. Throughout the encounter, I maintained respect for both the guys and the ladies
I saw myself standing beside a well, and a woman came out with a big blue water drum. The drum was empty, and she rolled it away.
Then I saw my rich friend, and we were having a conversation. Suddenly, I realized he had stuck an iron rod into my backside. My mind alerted me that he had been using me unknowingly. As I struggled to remove the iron, he grew stronger, overpowering me.
Feeling helpless, I cried out to Jesus, admitting I had no power of my own. Instantly, I was empowered, removed the iron, and broke free from his control.
I then saw a lady he had used to set me up, and I told her she’d pay for her actions. She started ranting, but I ignored her.
Later, a friend took me to a shrine, performed some consultation and sacrifice, and gave the lady kolanut to eat, which she did. When he gave me kolanut too, I opened mine and found it was a spoiled yam—rotten in the middle. They proceeded to get another, but I woke up.
“I dreamt that a colleague tried to bully me in front of our peers because he had a senior rank. However, I stood my ground, and I had a friend and my girlfriend supporting me.
When he realized he couldn’t successfully bully me, he sent the police after me. As soon as I saw them, I ran to safety, took off my clothes, and was planning to change into a new outfit when I woke up
I dreamt that my friend was in my house, taking water from a big bucket, but the water was dirty. I told him to let the water settle first so he could take the clean water gently
“I dreamt that my friend gave me remote access to his phone and financial app so I could use them on my own phone. While exploring, I came across his football club app, which was designed as a trophy cup. The club’s nickname was ‘Never Walk Alone.’
I was trying to access the financial app but couldn’t locate it before I woke up.
Saw i was In the company of unknown friends while unknown attackers ambushed us. We defended ourselves! The more we bring them down, the more the rise to attack us. We keep bringing them down and advancing moving forward
Saw I told a friend about a problem and he promised to help but changed his mind at a die minutes
I saw I was with a friend in an unhygienic place, and he was sharing his plans to start a new life where family and friends wouldn’t be able to reach him. He’s literally taking a fresh start. I told him I wished the same, but it would be hard for me to make such a decision because I love my younger brother, and we have a strong bond. Going ghost on him would hurt him since we’ve been through so much together.
I saw a friend was moving towards me in a mysterious way and I was Jesus. The more I shout Jesus the more he moves back
I saw a friend who is a name sake with another person. He was putting on a white T shirt and a black short denim jean with a black converse shoe. He was well dressed with the person besides him. they were both in an elevator taking pictures. I was curious to know why they were so well dressed and I found out they were modeling for a clothing store
I saw I was waiting for an enstranged friend to settle the differences with us. I gave a him a location but I don’t have money to host us so I thought of borrowing money from a friend. As I was contemplating I walked into him and he gave me a warm recipient. He told me he was going to the eatery to get food him and I are going to eat. I was more convinced I have to find a way to do my own part. A thought of borrowing money from him crossed my mind but I find that embarrassing so I waved that off my mind
I saw a friend gave me an update but it was something I already know but I learned from him regardless and was willing to work with him. Someone tried to fight me unprovoked while I was with my friend, I made sure I beat and put the person in his place
Saw an enstranged friend was working in a dirty place with his dad and he called me to join them like he was entitled. At first I don’t want to but I realized this not my place and I have place I’m going, this job would boast my profile. So I clearly let him know my thoughts on the get go. Did what I needed do and focused on my goals
I saw a close friend recorded me without my consent and uploaded it on the internet to tarnish my image. He then turn around and said he’s not aware of the implications that can cost me
Saw 2 friends were having issues. One created a good luck soap and the other got angry because he didn’t tell him about it. The angry friend unscrew the laptop of the other and took off the CMOS battery he borrowed him and other things behind his back. I was In the middle and didn’t want to come out like been one sided. The friend with the soap already apologized to the angry one, stating he didn’t know the soap was going to work. The angry one was not buying his story
in a dream I write my x boyfriends name what is the meaning of this dream
Saw my friend withdraw money at a POS outlet and he doesn’t want me to know the exact amount so he told the agent to give him 4 percent of the money he withdraw and he did. I saw powdered milk at the shop and I bought one. The shop I bought the powered milk from use to be full before, I noticed it wasn’t and immediately I understand it’s the economy biting hard on the owner. The owner complained to me he’s not happy and I assured him things would get better
I saw a friend who I once accommodate for months was doing well. He was scrolling through his tablet and what he was doing was showing on the TV screen. I was watching it and I love it. I prayed God bless me and even better than he does for him. Immediately he noticed I was watching, he laughed and stopped so I wouldn’t think his financial stable to ask him for help. I get the memo and I never asked for help, instead I hope God answers my prayer