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 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.