Dreaming of a chapel without entering it, is a sign of caution because business is bad. It is equivalent to the advice of praying so that help will come from the outside. Dreaming about being in a small chapel that lacks religious figures insinuates that the dreamer is disenchanted with his or her own activities and that the dreamer wishes to switch jobs to one in a less isolated place. People who dream that they are inside a chapel imply that their romantic relationships are not solid, they are only temporary, even though they might mistake it for true love.
Dream dictionary: Chapel dream meanings
…Dreaming of a chapel, denotes dissension in social circles and unsettled business. To be in a chapel, denotes disappointment and change of business. For young people Dreaming of entering a chapel, implies false loves and enemies. Unlucky unions may entangle them….
Entering a chapel is a sign that youre looking for something in the bottom of your soul. Certain contradiction will be clarified.
…Dreaming you’re entering a chapel means that in your soul, there is something very deep. It may also indicate that soon you will recover happiness and well-being….
(See Church.)
Hope to regain happiness in a short period of time.
…a grocer in Lemon Street, and must be making a good six hundred a year clear profit. He hires a carriage every Sunday afternoon not that I approve of desecrating the Sabbath in such a manner only in his case there is some excuse, as he is hard-working and honest, and his wife is too delicate to walk; she is most genteel, she invariably dresses in silk when she comes to chapel, and gives most liberally. Her daughter’s name isMartha Martha!” and he turned up his eyes heavenwards as he repeated the name. “Well, to prove to you how sorely the devil tries me,” he went on, ” I dreamed last night I was calling on the Gardners, and, just as Mrs. Gardner was handing me a cup of tea, into the room, with a bounce and giggle (so utterly unlike herself; she is a most decorous…
… so beautiful” that I thought I should never tire looking at her. Pooh! Lil, you needn’t be jealous, old girl! She is none of my sort, anyhow.”Now!” she exclaimed with a queer kind of snarl, as she took off the glove of her left hand so as to show me the tell-tale band of gold on the third finger ” now, Mr. Bailey, are you satisfied ? There is nothing of the missionary about me, is there?” And when I saw the long, pointed nails, pink and polished like sea-shells, just as I’ve always been told they do them at the lady-barber’s, I coughed. Observe my astuteness, Lil. I saw now that she was no prig from a church or chapel, but a member of what folks call “The Smart Set.” Yet how did she know Mr. Towell, and what brought her here? Was she one of us…