Precipice | dreamingfordreams.com

…Dreaming of standing over a yawning precipice, portends the threatenings of misfortunes and calamities. To fall over a precipice, denotes that you will be engulfed in disaster. See Abyss and Pit….

…Dreaming of an enormous depth, abyss or precipice is always a warning of upcoming dangers. The best thing you can do after one of these dreams is to stay prepared, watchful. But always serene, waiting for whatever the dream was trying to announce. Usually these dreams reveal themselves in no more than two weeks. Dreaming of being at the edge of a cliff or abyss is usually a warning that some enemies are trying to hurt the dreamer. Dreaming of depths or abyss also suggests that the dreamer has an altered mental state and, if left untreated, he or she could suffer from psychological shocks or panic for almost any reason. The following interpretations are for the case that the dreamer, male or female, enjoys of reasonable good health and that is not being affected by serious concerns: Dreaming of falling off a cliff is an announcement that something…

To better understand this dream, read also the interpretations of cliff.

When you fall from one, then it means great outrages, danger for the dreamer, and particularly from fire.

…The cliff represents danger. If we fall into the cliff, it warns us of a disastrous ending of any kind. If we fall into the cliff, but we cannot get out of it, means that there is a possibility to break apart with many difficulties of the disaster. The same occurs if we pass over the cliff by a fragile bridge. If we see the precipice but we don´t fall from it, we are on time to avoid the disaster….

…crash, and engine and coaches vanished from sight, over the side of a precipice. The next moment everything changed, and I found myself racing into the railway station to get my ticket. The place was absolutely deserted, not a porter nor a passenger anywhere, and the train all ready to go. The office was shut, as is always the case when we are in a desperate hurry in Phantomania, but, being determined to make the clerk hear, I commenced a vigorous cannonade with my fist on the pigeon-hole door. Presently the latter flew open, and out popped a bald, white head, with such evil, lurid eyes and sinister smile that, shocked beyond measure, I staggered back. As I did so, I came into conclusion with a porter, who, without asking my permission, unceremoniously shoved me into a train, and, before I could recover my breath, we were off. The compartment,…