Baby

In your dream last night, the term baby appeared. There are several definitions of dreaming of baby.

Meaning of dreaming about baby:

First interpretation of baby’s dream:

Dreaming of baby is the symbol of renewal, innocence and warmth.
Dreaming of a baby can announce the return to peace in the life of the dreamer.
Seeing beautiful babies in your dreams is a sign of joy for married couples, watch your health, if you are single.
Dreaming of baby and rocking one in a dream, indicates (but only in a certain context) that the dreamer may be under moral pressure, it is time for her to confide.
Seeing a sick or abandoned baby in a dream reveals that you are not taking enough care of yourself.

Second interpretation of dreaming about baby:

If you dream of seeing a baby cry, it announces sad news.
Seeing a woman stroking a baby is a sign of deception.
Seeing several babies is a symbol of worry.
If he smiles at you in a dream, it indicates a period of pure happiness.
A hungry baby dreams of it symbolizes your dependence on others.
Dreaming of a dead baby symbolizes the end of a situation that has required a lot of effort.
Seeing him walk means that the future is bright for you.

Third interpretation of dreaming about baby:

If your baby cries in a dream, it predicts problems, especially health problems.
If you dream of a strong and beautiful baby, the dream symbolizes mutual love and strong friendship.
A dream in which he takes his first steps, it means that in real life, you can only rely on yourself and not on the opinions of others.
If a nurse or doctor is at a baby girl’s bedside: beware of the deceit of the loved one.
If you hold a sick or dead baby in your hands: this is a negative sign, expect to receive sad news.

Dreams associated with dreaming of baby see:

dream of giving birth,
children’s dream,
dream of being pregnant,
delivery dream ,
pregnancy dream, infant.

A dreamer tells us about her baby dream:

I had a baby dream. I was holding a newborn baby in my arms. His cheeks were all pink. He wasn’t crying. He was a lovely baby a few days old. His frog was blue. He was a little boy. We were flying over the clouds. The wind was hot. This little being was calm and happy, he sucked his thumb. I could feel his heart beating against mine. Tears of happiness ran down my face. We used to travel together to heaven. At the very moment I tenderly placed it on a cloud, I found myself sitting alone in my sofa in the dark and blood was flowing…