Dream dictionary: Trousers dream meanings

When you dream of the trousers, then such dream shows the appearance you give to others about yourself. Perhaps you care a lot of how you look, therefore you dream of the trousers. Alternatively, the dream could indicate your fear of being laughing-object, especially if you put the trousers on the wrong way.

…If we dream that another person puts on our pants, then that reveals the fear that this person acquires the leading role and authority we believe in it’s ours. If the pants are too short for us it means that we fear ridicule. If a sick person dreams of trousers it means they are starting to feel stronger and unconsciously they sense the proximity of healing….

…Dreaming of trousers, foretells that you will be tempted to dishonorable deeds. If you put them on wrong side out, you will find that a fascination is fastening its hold upon you….

(See Paints)

(Panties | Trousers | Underpants) In a dream, they represent a firm person who manages his affairs carefully. Wearing a new pair of pants in a dream also means that one will find a new job. (Also see Panties)

…with the honey! Besides, see the amount of labour it saves!” and with that he started whistling. I cannot recollect the air, but it must have been something very infectious, for much as I hate dancing I took off my coat, and holding it straight in front of me commenced to waltz. “And why not your trousers, too?” whistled the boy,” you don’t want them. You are only a monkey” I looked down, and the first thing I saw was my tail, that sat up on end and laughed at me. “Well, really, things have come to a fine point!” I exclaimed, “The lower orders making fun of the upper in this fashion! What next shall we hear!” “You can’t do two things at once,” sneered the tail, “you can’t dance and scold me. Either you must go on dancing and leave me behind or — or” and, suddenly becoming…

…my dream.In other dreams I continually visit the same places, sometimes — a waterfall, sometimes — a river flowing through a dense wood, sometimes — a farm-house; and on each occasion the incidents are strictly repeated. Close beside the waterfall I fish, and am always in the act of landing a huge trout, when my tackle gets entangled in some hyper-extraordinary fashion, and I awake. I wander along a shady road by the side of the river, and always at a certain opening an old man, staggering beneath a load of sticks, crosses my path and enters the wicket-gate leading to a tiny, white- washed and neatly thatched cottage. The man has a black patch over one eye, very thick white hair, and is clean-shaven. He wears a white jacket with bone buttons, corduroy trousers, and shoes, one of which is fastened with common or garden string. I have certainly…

…myself — he was unworthy of her love.I would insult him, pick a quarrel, fight a duel — and pose in her eyes as the conquering hero! This and much more nonsense rushed through my brain, as I ate my frugal meal and watched the two.Suddenly I was forced by some unrestrainable impulse, and, as much to my own surprise as theirs,I leaned forward and whispered, “Are you going to the ZONE ARTO?”The effect was marvellous.The man dropped his cup with an oath — the hot coffee soaking through his trousers made him wince with pain — and the girl gazed at me with dilated eyes.”Good God!” she ejaculated, a slightly foreign accent in her voice only adding to her charm, are you one of us? It was my turn to be amazed and puzzled.Was I one of them? What did she mean? Was it possible that my dream was…