Dream about Musician is a hint for to your nurturing side. You are letting an opportunity pass you by if you do not take action. Something in your life needs to be examined and looked at more closely. Your dream is a metaphor for concerns over your well-being. You need to determine if you have what it takes to achieve your goals.
Musician signals feelings of anger, hostility and fierceness. You have reached some new level or stage in your emotional or physical life. You are ready to forgive or forget about someone’s betrayal. The dream is an evidence for mourning and death. You are trying to hide something.
Dream about Musician [someone who plays a musical instrument (as a profession)] signals a reserved attitude toward a situation. You will be recognized for some task. You are trying to escape from a difficult situation. The dream refers to an extension of your reach. You need to challenge yourself and prepare for the obstacles ahead.
Dream about Musician [artist who composes or conducts music as a profession] is a hint for some repressed feelings emerging from your subconscious or from your past. You may be duped or lied to. There is something that you need to take-ou or take-away from your life. This dream is sometimes you are involved in some underhanded activity. You need to endure the difficult times before you can enjoy the good times.
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I saw that a blade was in my mouth, cutting me and making my mouth bleed. I quickly removed it.
After that, I found myself in the house of a legendary musician — it was beautiful, large, and spacious.
Then, a friend I had previously fallen out with came around. He introduced me to a job opportunity, and I told him I could handle it.
Later, I realized I couldn’t find my slides. There were many other people’s slides around, but I chose not to take any that didn’t belong to me.
I saw one of the greatest music artists on my continent, called Star Boy, visiting a fast-rising artist who had recently gained swift stardom. Star Boy came to appreciate him for his contributions to his music career.
This new artist owned an unusual crocodile — black in color, with a flat tummy, fast, furious, wild, and ruthless. Suddenly, the crocodile bit Star Boy on the hand and refused to let go, trying to bite his hand off.
The new artist and others tried to stop the crocodile from biting off Star Boy’s hand but could not overpower it because of its solid grip. Eventually, they brought two injections, injected the crocodile, and it lost its ability to bite. Meanwhile, its teeth had been destroyed. Star Boy was freed, and the news made headlines.
Meanwhile, I noticed my G-Shock wristwatch had been lost. I retrieved it from the water and strapped it back on my hand.
Now the crocodile, though unable to bite, was being used for exercise training in water.
I saw that I went to an event with some friends and a top music executive or artist. I had some chin chin with me, which I shared with him. I also ate some, and I decided to take the rest home.
On our way back, we couldn’t find a direct bus to our city, so we first boarded a bus heading to a rural area. From there, we took another one going toward the urban area, and finally, we boarded a third bus that took us back to our city.
During the journey, the music executive asked me to sing for him. I began to sing a Christian song:
> “When I think about your blessings and your faithfulness each day,
I have come to say I love you, I thank you.
God, I’m thankful for your blessings and grace,
For the sacrifice you made upon the Cross,
I have come to thank you.”
As I sang, others around joined me in singing.
I saw a legendary music artist who had already moved away from the house where he first began his career. Even though he no longer lived there, his legacy was still very much alive. Some of his management team continued to stay around, and the youth still organized music carnivals in his honor.
During one of those carnivals, I saw younger men preparing to do a backflip across a fire. At the same time, masquerades like the “Eyo” were coming out to perform.
I noticed the legs of the person inside the Eyo masquerade regalia, but I could not see the body or the face.
I saw an old, reputable traditional musician performing on stage.
He was singing in our traditional language, saying:
“If I cannot eat cow (Màlú) and ram (Àgbò),
then your Goat is what I will eat (Èwúrè).”
I saw one of the biggest music artists on my continent wearing the same black jacket my ex-girlfriend had in an earlier dream. That was the jacket I had worn to a family meeting before my father gave me money for my health care. I tried to relate to him because he is my favorite artist, but he ignored me and acted as if he couldn’t hear me. I showed him respect and stepped back.
Soon he began to play drums in a strange, spiritual way and chants followed. I saw humanoid, turkey-like creatures that were partly unclothed; they had both male and female private organs, and a hand was pointing to the female organ. Immediately I realised the artist was possessed and began to fly away. As I rose, childlike, winged creatures—turkey-children with angel wings—flew toward me and grabbed my legs to hold me as I continued to gain altitude.
I was at my grandpa’s house for the festive season when I met the fastest rising singer, a friend and mentor. He had sold-out arenas, won global awards, and dropped 3 best-selling albums in just a few years. I asked him how it feels to be a billionaire, telling him I already knew what having millions felt like. He said, “Never think you have it all, or you’ll stop working and lose it all. Move like you own nothing and reward people—no freebies.” He left his clothes with me and went for a show. Soon, my step-siblings, who are doing better than me, got curious and wanted to know about him.
I saw a notorious musician, known for negatively influencing the youth through his music and social media and also being a successful international drug kingpin. Deep in my soul, I wondered how not everyone who engages in illegality gets caught. Later, I saw him having a consensual fiery encounter with a lady at the beach.
Saw a record label boss who is also a musician but with a bad reputation. His career and the artist under him has been stalled in a while due to controversy. He signed a new art. The new artist stammer alot. I was curious, what can this person sing, until he began to sing beautifully with a clear and powerful voice. His song was also melodious. I enjoyed it and I knew this artist would sell a great audience
I saw this great superstar talking to his daughter he made from another woman, in his words: “what has the national theatre becomes this days”. He talked to his daughter: “I’m glad I have you, you look like your mother, tall and elegant. I wouldn’t need your mother again having you”. He said again: “why you don’t you talk to your cousin anymore”. He was not happy his daughter was not talking to her cousin. This all happened in a very beautiful house, the daughter didn’t get to answer b4 I woke