To see a jaguar in your dream represents unexpected speed, energetic agility, and physical power. To run together with a jaguar indicates that great opportunities are being put before you but out of your reach. Through stubbornness, you will win out in the end. To be attacked by jaguar means your worries about not being powerful. Alternatively, it suggests advancements of your competitors. To play with jaguar means that you are in control of the situation or that your skills are evolved enough. You have the power of moving quickly and easily in any circumstances.
Dream dictionary: jag jonas dream meanings
The jaguar as the animal has such qualities as quickness, strength and power. The dreamer who sees jaguar probably has the ability to act fast in unexpected situations. The strength while reaching the goals is seen even if the circumstances are very unfavorable. The power of reaching the tasks and the speed while doing it is not regular one, but extraordinary great.
According to old traditions, dreaming of being a jaguar signifies that you have a warrior soul even though you may have not been able to show it yet. It can also be interpreted as the fact that you are having the intuition that an enemy is arriving.
Indicates fear and confusion.
…and on coming to myself the garden had vanished, and I found that I was well, it took me a long time to make out what I was, but I at length discovered that I was a pair of high-heeled boots, and that I had on the top of me a pair of feet red-hot, perspiring feet that chafed my skin, squashed me in all my most tender parts, and dragged me with them over sharp, jagged stones, hot asphalt pavements the smell of which made me retch and vomit dusty roads that blinded me, and tarry roads that stuck together my lips and eyelids. The torments of purgatory are not to be compared with those I was now compelled to undergo. Whenever I endeavoured to halt, the toe-nails stabbed me in the stomach, the ankle bones prodded my ribs, and the heels came down…
…pursuit. Every now and then, there was a loud twang and an arrow whizzed past my ears, whilst all my pursuers joined in shouting at the top of their harsh, shrill voices! Through the wood; through the wood! Beware of the huntsman in the green hood. With their shouts ringing louder and louder in my ears, I was fast coming to an end of my tether, when there was a blinding flash of jagged, blood-red lightning, and I found myself in the market square of a mediaeval town. The place was full of people, all wearing green costumes of the fashion of the fifteenth century, and on my appearance, they all began to dance. Not a word was spoken by anyone, and not a sound was heard beyond the incessant tapping of feet on the cobble-stones, which continued until, as if in obedience to some unheard command, everyone was suddenly…