…Dreaming of potatoes, brings incidents often of good. Dreaming of digging them, denotes success. Dreaming of eating them, you will enjoy substantial gain. To cook potatoes in the dream, indicates congenial employment. In the dream to plant potatoes or to see others planting them, brings realization of desires. To see rotten potatoes or to make them rotting in the dream, represents vanished pleasure and a darkening future….
Dream dictionary: Potatoes dream meanings
Dreaming of potatoes is a good dream, and it usually announces something favorable, especially when the dreamer is eating. Dreaming of peeling potatoes announces that soon the dreamer will achieve his or her objectives. Dreaming of eating burnt potatoes suggests that soon there will be disappointments, failures, losses, etc.
Seeing potatoes in your dream symbolizes laziness and/or stupidity. Eating potatoes in your dream suggests that you will experience some financial issues.
To dream about potatoes represents the risk of suffering or love disappointment. Take more care of your relation with your loved one.
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…suet roly-poly spotted monkey, my kiddie calls it bathed in butter sauce. Now, to tell you the truth, sir, its lather a favourite pudding of mine, still they need not have given me half of it. And then, sir, when I had helped the last piece down with my fork and was feeling like a stuffed Christmas stocking, on came dessert and wine.”What! You won’t have a glass of port?”Mrs. Montague cried, looking at me with a pained expression in her big, innocent blue eyes. ‘Oh, you must have one, Constable, just one! Come, you can’t refuse a lady!’”The sergeant, ma’am!’ I gasped, for I could hardly articulate a sound owing to the pudding and potatoes; ‘ if the sergeant smells port, ma’am, I shall be discharged!’”You needn’t be afraid of that. Constable,” Mrs. Montague laughed. ‘We will give you some peppermints, which I can guarantee will…