Humankind has been trying to solve the mystery of dreams for as long as they’ve existed. Today there is even a special discipline in the study of dreams called oneirology. Those who prefer the esoteric side of things over science love to interpret their dreams according to various dream books and believe that they can predict the future. But psychologists think that dreams accurately reflect our current condition and that our subconscious tries to tell us something important via dreams from time to time.
We at Bright Side have learned that there are dreams that are common for all of us. Each of us sees these types of dreams every now and then. These dreams are caused by our ancient instincts, a cultural code, the experience of our ancestors, and personal experience. A psychologist and an expert in the field of dreams, Patricia Garfield, calls them “universal dreams” and says, “Like a hearty stew that is rich with local produce, the universal dreams differ among different peoples, but they are all nourishing variants of the same wholesome meal. They are as old as humanity and as widespread as our globe.”
1. Falling
In adulthood, we see falling more often than flying. According to the psychologist Ian Wallace, a dream about falling symbolizes the fear of losing control. You can’t control something in your life anymore because some drastic changes that you were not ready for took place in your life. Think about what sphere of life (work, relationships, finances, health, etc.) you feel most suppressed or vulnerable in as well as the ways to correct it.
Some scientists explain dreams about falling with simple physiology. As the body is sinking into sleep, the nerve system starts to calm down, your blood pressure and heart rate decrease and your falling asleep brain (especially if it was overwhelmed during the day) can perceive this physiological change as danger or an approaching death and therefore, makes you wake up suddenly.
The opposite version of this dream is flying which signifies freeing oneself from some hard burden and getting the desirable freedom.
2. Teeth that fall out and injuries
Our subconscious interprets teeth as an indicator of strength, and an ability to “bite off” a piece of the world. “Perhaps, you have recently been feeling unarmed and helpless in the real world,” Penney Peirce explains.
Patricia Garfield, another expert who’s studied dreams for many years, connects dreams about teeth falling out with hidden anger. As a rule, when we suppress anger, we clench our jaw, and our teeth might start to creak and grind. This dream might be signaling that it’s high time to get rid of negative feelings.
We often have dreams where someone close to us is wounded or sick. Those dreams cause consternation; however, from psychology’s point of view, things are not that bad. It’s simply our fears of the future and inevitable changes with those close to us. If you see your own death, it means that some part of you is dying and staying in the past to give space to something new.
“Opposite” dreams about birth and recovery usually appear when something new is taking place in a person’s life (like a new job or project) and symbolize a new experience.
3. Failure at an exam or public performance
You’re about to take an exam and suddenly realize that you don’t remember anything or you can’t say a word when standing in front of a big crowd. These dreams might be experienced not only by students and school kids but also by people who have graduated a long time ago. It’s likely that you had some stress shortly before going to sleep or was extremely worried about something. In this case, it’s better to take a short break and relax.
4. Being chased or persecuted
Such dreams have several different meanings. An expert in the field of dreams named Lauri Loewenberg says, “People that tend to avoid conflict, who are afraid of ruffling feathers or causing issues will have the recurring dream of being chased.”
Pay attention to the thing chasing you — they symbolize an unpleasant feeling or situation that you try not to think about in real life. It can be debt or addiction. Are you chased by a person you know? Think about what or who you associate this person with. They might indicate some other person or even a part of your personality that you don’t want to admit (like a hidden talent or aspiration) in your dream.
There’s also a theory saying that dreams about running away from someone are simply the echoes of primitive instincts that are in our genes thanks to our ancestors. All because they were constantly running from predators.
5. Inappropriate clothes or an absence of any
In your dream, you turn up in a public place wearing inappropriate clothes or not wearing anything at all. In this situation, it’s important to pay attention to the feelings you encountered in your dream. These dreams are usually followed by a feeling of shame and embarrassment.
Psychologist Ian Wallace notes, “It means that you feel vulnerable at your new job or in your new relationship and are afraid that others will learn about your weaknesses and disadvantages.” However, if you don’t feel any shame in your dream but instead feel proud of yourself, the dream has the opposite meaning. Perhaps you feel a lack of recognition and admiration and would like others to see your talents as well as your personality more.
6. A catastrophe or an apocalypse
We’ve all dreamed about natural or man-made disasters where we’re scared for our own lives and the lives of those close to us. These dreams might indicate personal problems that have gotten out of control or are a result of feeling threatened by something. Of course, constant messages in the media about catastrophes and terrorist acts worsen the situation. As a result, we start feeling vulnerable in the modern world.
Sometimes, when having a nightmare, we try to shout out loud but feel that our voice has left us, which causes an even bigger fear. Psychologists explain it as sleep paralysis. During the last phase of sleep, when we have dreams, our brain purposefully paralyzes the body so that we can lie still and not “live” in our sleep by running, jumping, etc. People who have sleep paralysis usually wake up before the end of the last phase and enter a state between sleep and reality for a short period. This can be felt as an inability to move, speak, and, in some cases, breathe.
7. Faulty equipment or vehicles
You try to use some gadget or device, and it breaks right away. For example, your phone stops working, and you can’t call anyone. According to Patricia Garfield, these dreams are more often experienced by women and symbolize worries about relationships or losing an emotional connection with someone.
Dreams in which you’re trying to operate a vehicle that doesn’t work properly or breaks down are in the same category. You are likely missing support and can’t cope with a difficult life situation by yourself.
8. Pregnancy
As strange as it might sound, it’s not only women who can have dreams about pregnancy. A psychologist name David Bedrick says, “Pregnancy symbolizes something new growing inside us.” You subconsciously dream about “giving birth” to a new fascinating creative project. It can be anything from writing a book to repairing a house. It’s time to set a goal and show the world how you can take on this new role.
If you’re not pregnant in real life, you may be seeking fulfillment after having such a dream.
9. Being late
Dreams that have you running after a departing train or running late for an important meeting can occur quite often. According to a dream expert, Michael R. Olsen, they can symbolize the fear of missing out on something very important in your relationships or in the upbringing of your child, for example. If you’re constantly overwhelmed and don’t have much time to accomplish things in real life, your subconscious is signaling that it’s time for you to reconsider your schedule and free up time for really important things.
10. An unknown room
Dreams about new rooms are about self-knowledge. If you find yourself in an unknown house in your dream, it means that you don’t know yourself well and try to neglect some sides of your character. A separate unfamiliar room symbolizes that you have a hidden talent, skill, or opportunity that you don’t use.
A psychotherapist named Eddie Traversa thinks that we subconsciously associate some rooms with certain processes. A kitchen is a place where products get transformed into a finished dish which means that you’re currently going through some inner changes. A bathroom is a symbol of freeing oneself from unnecessary baggage. It might symbolize that it’s time to get rid of something that is not needed any longer. A bathroom is a symbol of cleansing and it means that you feel the necessity to clarify things or see them in a different light. A bedroom signifies the things that worry you in your romantic relationship.
Have you ever experienced any of these dreams or do you usually see something different? Please tell us about it in the comments!
Little Girl from Across the Street Waved at Me Every Day and Night — What I Saw When I Went to Inspect Her House Left Me Breathless
For weeks, a little girl from across the street waved at me day and night. I couldn’t shake the haunting look in her eyes. When I finally went to see who she was, nothing could’ve prepared me for the heartbreaking truth waiting behind that door.
Every evening, I would watch this little girl from my window. She was always there, a small, petite figure no older than five standing by the window, her tiny hand waving at me. Her eyes, fixed on mine, held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Who was she? What did she want from me?
A little girl waving her hand from a window | Source: Midjourney
I turned to my wife, Sandy, who was curled up on the couch with a book. “Babe, she’s there again. The girl I told you about.”
Sandy looked up, her brow furrowed. “The one who’s always waving at you?”
I nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow. “Yeah. There’s something… I don’t know. Something in her eyes. It’s like she’s trying to tell me something.”
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Sandy set her book aside and joined me at the window. “Oh, Arnie,” she said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe she’s just a lonely kid. Have you tried waving back?”
I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the little figure across the street. “No, I can’t explain it, Sandy. It feels like more than that. Like she’s calling out to me.”
Sandy’s grip on my shoulder tightened. “Honey, you’re scaring me a little. It’s just a kid waving. Don’t read too much into it, okay?”
I tore my gaze away from the window and forced a smile. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking things.”
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As I pulled the curtains shut, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was turning my back on something important.
That night, sleep eluded me, my dreams haunted by the image of the little girl crying out for help.
“Don’t leave me,” she sobbed in my dreams. “Please, don’t go.”
I woke up in a cold sweat, Sandy’s concerned face hovering over me.
“Arnie? Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep.”
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I sat up, my heart racing. “I… I don’t know. That girl. She was in my dreams. She was crying.”
Sandy’s eyes widened with worry. “Maybe we should talk to someone about this. A therapist, maybe?”
I shook my head. “No, I think I need to do something. I can’t keep ignoring this.”
At the break of dawn, I woke up exhausted. My head was pounding from last night’s nightmares. The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted up from the kitchen, but even the promise of my favorite breakfast did little to lift my spirits.
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I trudged downstairs, where Sandy greeted me with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of golden pancakes.
“Rough night?”
I nodded, taking a sip of the hot tea. “Yeah, couldn’t shake off those dreams.”
As I finished my breakfast, I was drawn to the window again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the little girl standing there. She waved at me the moment our eyes met.
Her tiny outstretched hand seemed to pull me towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.
A sad little girl waving her hand | Source: Midjourney
I set down my cup with a clatter. “That’s it. I’m going to talk to her parents. I can’t take this anymore.”
Sandy’s eyes widened. “Arnie, are you sure about this?”
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the building across the street. “I have to know, Sandy. I can’t explain it, but… I feel like she needs me. She’s getting creepy. She waved at me the same way last night. What does she want? I don’t get it.”
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Sandy came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Just be careful, okay? And call me if anything feels off.”
I turned and kissed her forehead. “I will. I promise.”
The walk across the street felt like the longest journey of my life. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the building, my palms sweaty as I pressed the buzzer for the apartment I’d seen the girl in so many times.
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There was a long pause, and then a woman’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Yes? Who is it?”
“Hi, I’m Arnold from across the street. I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.”
Another pause, longer this time. Then, the door buzzed open.
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A woman stood in the doorway. My heart stopped the moment I saw her.
“JULIETTE?” I whispered, hardly believing my eyes.
She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. “Hello, Arnie. It’s been a long time.”
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Before I could respond, a small figure appeared behind Juliette. The little girl. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful.
“DADDY?!” she chirped.
I felt like I was on a boat in a storm. I gripped the doorframe to steady myself.
“What did she say?”
Juliette stepped aside, ushering me in. “Come inside, Arnie. We have a lot to talk about.”
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I sank onto the worn couch, my head spinning. Juliette sat across from me, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Arnie, do you remember that weekend at the lake house? Six years ago?”
I nodded, memories flooding back. “Our last weekend together before—”
“Before we broke up,” she finished. “What I didn’t know then was… I was already pregnant.”
My head snapped up. “What? But how? Why didn’t you tell me?”
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Juliette’s tears spilled over. “I tried, Arnie. God, I tried. But you’d moved out of town and changed your number. It was like you’d vanished.”
“I had a right to know,” I choked out, my eyes stinging.
“I know. I was young and scared. By the time I worked up the courage to really look for you, years had passed. I thought it was too late.”
The little girl, whom Juliette called Heidi, sat silently in a corner, her eyes never leaving my face.
My daughter. The word echoed in my mind, foreign, terrifying, and wonderful all at once.
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“When did you move here?” I turned to Juliette.
“A few months ago. I got a job transfer. When I saw you through the window that first day…” she trailed off, her eyes distant. “I told Heidi you were her father. I thought maybe it was fate giving us another chance. But then, I saw you with someone—”
“She’s my wife, Sandy.”
A long silence. Then I stood up abruptly, my mind reeling. “I need to go. I need to think.”
A distressed man sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney
Heidi’s face crumpled. “Daddy? Are you leaving?”
The word struck me like a dagger to my heart. I knelt down in front of her, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes.
“I’ll be back, sweetheart. I promise. I just need some time, okay?”
She nodded solemnly, and I felt a surge of love so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet.
A cheerful little girl | Source: Midjourney
As I left the apartment, Juliette called after me. “Arnie? I’m sorry. For everything.”
I couldn’t bring myself to respond.
The walk home was a blur. I found Sandy waiting anxiously by the door.
“Arnie? What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
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I collapsed into her arms, the tears finally breaking free. Between sobs, I told her everything. About Juliette, about Heidi, and about the daughter I never knew I had.
Sandy listened in stunned silence, her arms tight around me. When I finished, she pulled back, her eyes searching mine.
“What are you going to do?” she asked softly.
I shook my head, lost. “I don’t know. I have a daughter, Sandy. A little girl who’s been waving at me and trying to reach me. How do I just walk away from that?”
A woman looking at a man | Source: Midjourney
“I’m just as shocked as you are, Arnie. But we need to be careful. You can’t just take everything Juliette says at face value.”
“What do you mean?”
“We should get a DNA test first. Just to be sure,” Sandy said, squeezing my shoulders.
A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney
The next day, I stood at Juliette’s door again. When she opened it, I blurted out, “Juliette, I think we need a DNA test.”
Her face instantly hardened. “What? You think I’m lying? You just found out you have a child, and you’re already doubting me? You’re unbelievable, Arnie.”
“I just want to be certain before I commit to anything,” I tried to explain, but she slammed the door in my face.
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Dejected, I returned home and shared what happened with my mother. She listened quietly, then asked for Juliette’s address.
I wasn’t sure what my mom said to her, but the next day, Juliette called.
“Hey, Juliette here. I got your number from your mother. I’ve thought about it and understand. We can do the DNA test.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you, Juliette. I appreciate it.”
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When I told Sandy, she wasn’t thrilled. “I love you, Arnie. God help me, I do. And I’ll stand by you through this. But I’m scared. I just hope this doesn’t change anything between us,” she sobbed as I pulled her closer, my eyes brimming with tears.
The next few weeks were an emotional rollercoaster, each day bringing a new wave of anxiety, hope, and fear.
When the DNA test results finally arrived, my hands trembled as I opened the envelope. The words blurred before my eyes, but one phrase stood out in stark clarity: “99.99% probability of paternity.”
My heart raced. Heidi was my daughter.
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But a small part of me, the part still reeling from this life-altering revelation, whispered doubts.
What if there was a mistake?
I couldn’t bear the thought of embracing this new reality only to have it ripped away.
So I took another test and endured another agonizing wait. The second results came back, also positive. Tears streamed down my face as I called out to Sandy.
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“It’s true,” I sobbed on her shoulders. “She’s really mine. My daughter.”
Dead silence, then, “Oh, Arnie, I’m here for you. For both of you.”
Sandy and I visited Juliette’s apartment, where Heidi greeted me with a cry of “Daddy!” and threw herself into my arms.
As I held her, I looked at Sandy, afraid of what I might see in her eyes. But she was smiling through her tears, her hand reaching out to smooth Heidi’s hair.
“She’s beautiful,” Sandy whispered.
A happy little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney
Juliette watched us, joy and sadness brimming in her eyes. “I never meant to complicate your lives,” she said. “I just wanted Heidi to know her father.”
I nodded, understanding flooding through me. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad I know her now.”
As we left that day, Heidi clung to my leg. “You’ll come back, right Daddy?”
I knelt down, looking into those eyes that were so like mine. “Of course, I will, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
A little girl looking up with a warm smile | Source: Midjourney
On the walk home, Sandy laced her fingers through mine. “So, we’re parents now, huh?”
I squeezed her hand. “Looks like it. Are you okay with this?”
She was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “We’ve been trying to have kids for two years now, but it hasn’t happened. It’s not how I imagined it happening. But yes, I think I am okay.”
As we reached our front door, I pulled Sandy into a hug. “I love you. Thank you for being so amazing through all of this.”
“I love you too. And Arnie? I think you’re going to be a wonderful father.”
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That night, as I stood by our window, I saw Heidi waving from across the street. But this time, instead of fear or confusion, I felt only love. I waved back, my heart full to bursting.
Maybe this wasn’t how I’d planned to become a father. Maybe it wasn’t the path I would have chosen. But as I stood there, waving at my daughter, I knew with absolute certainty that it was the path I was meant to be on all along.
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