Dream about picking apples from tree

Dream about Picking Apples From Tree is a harbinger for your desires to find your spiritual purpose in life. Your suppressed emotions are about to explode. You are refusing to accept the facts about a situation. The dream is your own sense of morality and conscience. You are wavering in your faith and questioning your belief system.

Pick in your dream states the barriers and obstacles that are in your way throughout your life. You may be harboring feelings of guilt and self-punishment. You need a reality check. The dream symbolises the feminine and her hard cold barrier that sometimes need to be broken down. You need to consider alternatives to your way of thinking.

Apple dream signals some sort of anxiety in your life. You need to be more direct with your personality. You are paying for your past actions and mistakes. Your dream suggests your feminine attitudes and feelings. Perhaps the choices you are making are self-destructive.

Tree in this dream hints self-acceptance or your quick wit. You are always in search for knowledge and inspiration. You need to literally breakdown some walls that you have put up around you. The dream is a portent for a hidden threat. You are trying to resolve some conflict or conquer the obstacles in your life.

Dream about Picking Apples From Tree is an indication for a solid foundation of fortune. You are striving for a higher status in life. You will be involved in some important matter or decision. Your dream is an omen for possibilities. You will overcome life’s obstacles and adversities.

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Carrie

I was picking apples out of a tree. It was during a civil war era. There was a little girl from another dimension flicking my braid so that I’d have to keep wrapping it back to the front again. Then I grabbed her the next time through a dimension and we were spinning in circles. I could then see through the dimension a guy who may have been my husband. Maybe they died during a war. We were sad… then this chanting.. started. We want you to be our seer, we want you to be our seer. Then I woke up.