To see the grim reaper is explained as the dream with unfortunate symbolism for the dreamer. This dream means the negative, rejected aspects of your personality. It represents aspects of yourself that you have repressed. Alternatively, it symbolizes death or the end of something.
Dream dictionary: grim ripper dream meanings
…It’s a plant with a grim meaning as it only announces mourning and tears….
In this dream the dream itself is as important as the sensations felt in it. If we walk through places with foliage and feel safe that reflects that we are on ourselves, we enjoy good judgment. If we get lost in the jungle and feel fear, if beasts roar or appear threatening, if silence is grim, then in all these cases it is that we still do not have control over ourselves. But if we see the sun shine, if light allows us to see where we walk, that is a sign that we will end up understanding the cause of our inner fears and finally overcome them.
To dream of this weed, which is in general most abundant in churchyards, denotes to the married, deaths in the family; and to the single that the grim tyrant will deprive them of the first object on whom they rest their affections.
In this dream, the dream itself is very important as sensations are taken from it. If we walk through the forest and we feel safe, it shows that we own ourselves, we enjoy good judgment. If we get lost in the woods and feel fear, if there is a roar or threatening beasts appear and if silence is grim, then in all of these cases, it means we still do not own ourselves. But if we see the sun shine and if the light of the sun allows us to see where we walk, it is a sign for us that it is coming the end and understanding of our inner fears. We are ready to overcome them at the end.
… one stair they are on me. I make up my mind I am caught, when behold, they pass me by, and on venturing to look up I see nothing! And yet the sounds are still going on, up, up, up, until they die away in the interminable heights above me and all again is wrapped in silence. After a brief pause I continue my ascent, and presently find myself at the entrance to a long stone corridor, pierced with innumerable doorways. There is something so inconceivably grim in the cold, yellow atmosphere of this passage, something so horribly suggestive of a thousand uncanny possibilities in the aspect of its doors that I stand still, rooted to the ground with terror.Every moment, I expect to see the doors fly open and the horrors they conceal spring out on me. Nothing happening, however, 1 am congratulating myself that my…
…of the day. For instance, when I was about fourteen years of age and at a public school, I was put under gas during the extraction of a couple of very firmly rooted grinders. Owing to some difficulty the dentist had in extracting them, I ”came to” before the operation was over, and suffered agonies. That night in my sleep I again went through the grim proceedings, detail for detail, from my entry into the surgery and the anxious gaze around for the dreaded instruments, to the final look at the gold-fish in the aquarium, before my jaws were propped open, and my nose and mouth enveloped in the soft and spongy cap, I had so uneasily remarked in the hands of the anaesthetist. Again I smelt the sweet and sickly odour of the gas; again I heard the voices of the doctor and dentist growing fainter and fainter till…