…If one sees himself turning in his sleep and putting his face down, or resting on his stomach in a dream, it means that he will turn away from his faith and lose both his earnings in this world and in the hereafter. If one sees the reverse, which is turning from resting on one’s stomach to lying on his back in a dream, it means that he will repent for his sins. It also represents his willingness to face the people and to correct his wrongdoing. If the subject is a woman, then sleeping on her stomach in a dream means that she is refusing to sleep with her husband. (Also see Running away | Take a flight | Sleep)…
Dream dictionary: Turning in one’s sleep dream meanings
…and they will see things clearly. If one sees himself sleeping or laying on his back in a dream, it means that he will gain power and financial success in the world. Sleeping with the face down in a dream means losing one’s job, or it could mean poverty. Sleeping on the floor in a dream means owning a land, being a rich person, or having children. Sleeping for an unmarried woman in a dream means that she will get married shortly. The sleeping of an unjust ruler in a dream means a temporary relief for the people. Sleeping in a dream also means intoxication of the mind, ecstasy, a sickness, neglecting one’s duties, disunity, humiliation, or death. If the dreamer is sleeping under a tree in a dream means having a large progeny. (Also see Doze | Sleeping on the stomach | Slumber | Turning in one’s sleep)…
…was so strong that she could not comply. In the evening of the following day, she had appointed to meet her lover at a bowling green, from which he was to conduct her home when the amusement ended. She passed over one field in hopes of meeting the gentleman, and, singing as she tripped along, had entered the second field, when, accidentally turning her head, she beheld in a corner of the field just such a man as her dream represented, dressed in a car mans frock, with red hair, and apparently approaching towards her. Her agitation was so great that she ran with all speed to stile of the third field and, with difficulty, got over it. Fatigued, however, with running, she sat on the stile to recover herself, and, reflecting that the man might be harmless, she was afraid that her flight might put evil and vindictive thoughts…
…I believe there are people who dream the same dreams repeatedly, even down to the most minor details. One of the dreams I am continually dreaming is as follows: I am walking along the sea-front of some popular watering-place, which, judging by the style of houses and appearance of the people, I should say was abroad. The sun is shining, the sea exquisitely blue; whilst, to enhance the beauty of nature, a band is playing, and playing remarkably well, some gay operatic music. What I see, what I feel, what I think, has about it nothing of the unmistakeable idiosyncrasy of a dream, but all is rigorously self -consistent. I am enjoying myself to the utmost, when, on turning round, I perceive behind me a tramp a man with a shock head of red hair, and features that are ineffaceably stamped on my memory. He is a blight,…
…now no longer strange to her, and she found herself turning first to the right and then to the left in the most familiar and natural manner possible, until she came to 119th Street, where her anxious eyes immediately travelled to the house she imagined was her own. It was a mass of flames, and at one of the windows she saw the white and agonised faces of her husband and children.With the fury of a tigress she beat and pushed her way through the dense crowd of fugitives, whom she besought but besought in vain to assist her in the rescue of her family. Eventually she arrived opposite her house. Her husband and youngest child were still at the window clawing frantically at the iron bars, through which neither of them could crawl, and as soon as they saw her they yelled and grinned, and thrust out…
…(See Sleep | Turning in one’s sleep)…
…that I awoke. Everything was very quiet and the room pitch dark. I was turning over to try sleeping on my other side, when I suddenly saw a light, and, on looking up, perceived, to my surprise and terror, the luminous face of a diabolical old hag pressed against the window, which was at least thirty feet from the ground. Having slept in the house for several months without seeing anything abnormal, I had hitherto attributed the rumour that it was haunted to the superstition of the peasantry, in the first place, and, in the second place, to their insatiable love of foolish gossip. Now, however, as I gazed at the hideous countenance, and rubbed my eyes to make sure I was not dreaming, I felt that the gossip I had scorned was only too well founded, and I determined that nothing should induce me to sleep in that room…