The dream about your hometown resonates with a sense of familiarity. It symbolizes your deep connection to your roots and the comfort that comes from being in a place that feels like home. Your dream offers an opportunity to embrace the nostalgia and memories associated with your hometown. Embracing these feelings of familiarity can provide you with a sense of grounding and stability during times of change or uncertainty. Trust your intuition and rely on the deep knowledge you gained from your hometown experiences to guide you forward. Your ability to adapt and grow while still cherishing your past is truly remarkable and will continue to support you in your journey through life.
Dream about Hometown is unresolved problems. Material fortune and gain may be interfering with your spirituality. You need to get a grip on things. Your dream is a message for a projection of your own feelings onto someone else. Perhaps you need to kick back and relax.
Hometown denotes togetherness. There is a habit that you need to break. A person was mentally deteriorating. Your dream is a signal for someone around you who is unexpectedly vocal. You are trying to be more sociable and open.
Dream about Hometown [the town (or city) where you grew up or where you have your principal residence] is a hint for avoidance in dealing with your problems and in facing your anxieties. You are being hard-headed or stubborn. You feel you are being prevented from doing something that you really want. This dream points to getting things done. It is an end to some behavior or habit.
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Saw I was in my hometown and I was an elderly person who took me his community mosque where they speak another language. I picked a number and paid for both of us. I was to attend a sermon service with them. I asked him i was suppose understand the language and he told me I will.
I saw that in my maternal hometown, two people—one military and one civilian—who were on the right path were being held unjustly by bad military and civilian people. There was a curfew in place, and everyone was supposed to stay indoors.
I was outside and witnessed the injustice. Because of the curfew, I couldn’t return home, so I stayed at a neighbor’s house to wait for the curfew to end.
Later, one of the bad people—knowing that I had seen what they did—came looking for me with a dog to arrest me. I resisted and ran away. As I ran, I began to fly high, passing through bushes and navigating to other places until I escap
I saw myself in my hometown, where I encountered some friends who had betrayed me in the past. They were fighting and stabbing, but none of it was getting to me. No one interfered, and when I realized that no help was coming, I decided to defend myself.
I fought back, overpowered them, and stabbed them. Suddenly, one of them turned into a lion. With my bare hands, I tore the lion apart, just as Samson did in the Bible, and I went further by skinning it alive.
As I carried the skinned body away, my neighbor tried to buy it cheaply and take the glory for himself, but I refused. As I was leaving my hometown, a chained lioness rose up, forcing me to retreat temporarily. Later, I became aware that I had also killed a green snake.
I saw myself walking in my hometown with some friends. Along the way, I saw my son and picked him up while still carrying a suitcase filled with money.
Earlier in the dream, I was trying to close a business deal. I rode a bicycle to complete the deal but tripped on the way, causing a bottle of red oil I was carrying to spill on the ground. The owner took what remained of the oil and walked away. I then had to renegotiate with them, asking for another chance.
Later, while holding my son and negotiating with them at a grocery store, I noticed a chocolate drink and a can of powdered milk that I decided to buy for my son. I opened my suitcase to take out money to pay, but someone began to distract and provoke me.
Despite the disturbance, I did not let go of my suitcase to fight. Instead, I held firmly onto it and calmly sought clarification so I could complete what I was doing.
I saw myself in my maternal hometown, and I had two SIM cards. One of them hadn’t had network service for a long time, so I couldn’t log in to some accounts because I wasn’t able to receive verification codes. Suddenly, the SIM card started working again — I could call, text, and receive verification codes normally. I later discovered that another organization had taken over the old, defunct network provider.
I saw myself in my homes town go out to get something, and I successfully got it all.
The girl I’m dating was supposed to direct me to where I could barb my hair, but she refused — thinking I couldn’t do without her. I didn’t say anything. Instead, I focused on other things, then left her and her sister, who both assumed I depended on them.
When I got home, I picked up my clipper and noticed a barbing salon not far from me. I waited my turn, since the barber was already barbing someone, for him to barb my hair.
I was in my hometown and saw childhood enemies I had clashed with in the past standing at the bus stop, chatting. I pulled out a gun and shot one of them in the head; he died instantly. I then told the other two that I had forgiven them and invited them to join me on the private jet I was on with others.
While we were airborne, one of the men I had forgiven suddenly tried to stab my hand with a blade. I noticed and raised the alarm. I asked for the flight CCTV to be played before I took any action because I didn’t want him to be able to deny what he did. It became clear that they had already angered the people aboard the plane against me.
Realizing I was alone and under attack, I called an ally and made a quick escape when the flight landed. My ally and his group were more powerful than the enemy group. There was a face-off; my ally reminded everyone of past victories over these enemies and declared me part of his group, warning that anyone who attacked me would not survive.
I saw myself in my hometown with three friends — together we were four, though these friends are not people I know in real life. We attended an event, but suddenly cultists attacked us. We fought them fiercely with swords in our hands and ultimately defeated them. Everyone in my hometown was shocked at what they witnessed.
Afterwards, I left with one of my friends to rest at a brothel, but the moment I entered, I disliked the atmosphere and immediately left. As I stepped out, I learned that one of my friends — the one who had defended me during the fight — had been abducted by the enemies. They were demanding that I surrender myself in exchange for his release. I then began plotting how to rescue him.
I saw that I was in my hometown, and my mother asked me to buy tomatoes, pepper, and fish to prepare a potato stew. On my way to get the items, I was playing with a large balloon. After blowing it up, a gust of wind suddenly caught the balloon and carried it into the sky. I stood there watching as it floated away.
When I reached the street where I was to buy the ingredients, I came across an old woman who used to be very kind to me during my childhood. However, her goods were scanty and no longer fresh. Instead, I decided to buy from a younger woman who had fresh items for sale.
I saw myself lounging in a brothel when a lady came in to call two other ladies for a meeting. Curiosity got the best of me, so I followed them to see what the meeting was about. Surprisingly, the meeting was being held in my hometown, right at the back of the house where I grew up as a child.
At the meeting, these ladies were negotiating with a white man to reduce the size of their buttocks for an amount of money that was not worth the loss of their natural value. I intervened and offered to negotiate a better deal for them. The man questioned why I was involving myself, and I told him I had a strong conviction that I could get them a better offer.
Later, I found myself explaining my past to some people who thought I had it easy in life. I took them to the old house where I lived as a child and showed them the small room I shared with my mother.