…To dream of the skull, denotes to death, frustration and bad spirits. On the other hand, the skull may indicate the knowledge and deep minded personality. The dream about skull could also show hidden secrets the one has. If the dreamer had a conversation with the skull, then such dream indicates some problem that has to be dealt….
Dream dictionary: Skull dream meanings
If you have the skull in your hands, it can be interpreted as an exaggeration of the own penalties, and it would be worthwhile to analyze your tendency to theatricality. If you see yourself playing with the skull, it indicates a great inner strength, with which you can count to overcome the sufferings that surround you.
…Dreaming of skulls grinning at you, is a sign of domestic quarrels and jars. Business will feel a shrinkage if you handle them. To see a friend’s skull, denotes that you will receive injury from a friend because of your being preferred to him. To see your own skull, denotes that you will be the servant of remorse….
Concerns affective order.
Discovering secret things. 35.
To dream about a skeleton or skull announces serious illness, bad businesses or serious difficulties in your family. If you see yourself as a skeleton in a dream, it announces exaggerated worries that perhaps are unjustified.
…glitter proceeding from the innermost recesses of the skull. The face was fleshless and the skin, which was white and luminous, hung closely to the bones, which in places had broken completely through it. It was the face of the long since dead animated by the spirit of a devil, and I doubt if even the Hell of Dante could show such another. Familiar as I was with the sight of ghastly phantasms of all kinds, I had never seen one that impressed me with quite such a terror as this, and, as it glided slowly towards me with out-stretched arms, I verily believe my heart would have burst asunder and I should have died in my sleep, had not the spell that held me limb-tied been suddenly broken. With wild shrieks of despair I fled away, and from behind every bush and tree darted, similarly apparelled, huntsmen in close…
…heart-rending scream, and in spite of the remonstrance of the police, every one, saving myself and the constables who held me, made a rush for the door. The master of the house was lying on the floor beside his bed, face downwards, with the back of his skull smashed to pulp. He did it with his jemmy, without a doubt, I heard someone say.” See, there are bloodstains on his coat!” Which of course there were, stains from my own blood. Then the police sergeant formally charged me with the murder; my clothes were searched, and all the trinkets I had nabbed from the dressing- table were brought to light.”And all the while this was taking place, that demon of a traitress was kneeling beside her dead husband the man she hated and whom, I am positive, she killed moaning and groaning, and calling upon Heaven, in…