Dreaming that evil spirits shall obstruct thy doing good, under a show of devotion, shows thou will be obstructed in thy affairs by a hypocrite. And if thou dream that thou sees hideous physiognomies, things more than common shall be revealed to thee.
Dream dictionary: thy dream meanings
…To see them in a winter storm, or rain, denotes disappointment in expected enjoyment and betterment of fortune. To own lambs in your dreams, signifies that your environments will be pleasant and profitable. If you carry lambs in your arms, you will be encumbered with happy cares upon which you will lavish a wealth of devotion, and no expense will be regretted in responding to appeals from the objects of your affection. To shear lambs, shows that you will be cold and mercenary. You will be honest, but inhumane. For a woman Dreaming that she is peeling the skin from a lamb, and while doing so, she discovers that it is her child, denotes that she will cause others sorrow which will also rebound to her grief and loss. Fair prototype of innocence, Sleep upon thy emerald bed, No coming evil vents A shade above thy head. See Sheep….
…the earnestness with which he pleaded, flung him on the floor, and would have stabbed him, had not the room suddenly become pitch dark, and a loud and hollow voice uttered these words: “Fool! Thou hast murdered thine own soul! Know thy hell!” Something then struck me heavily on the forehead, I lost consciousness, and on recovering, found myself in a huge kitchen garden.A spade was in my hand, and I was digging for potatoes. The sun was so tremendously hot; my back and arms ached cruelly; and I was desperately thirsty. “Curse it!” I said to myself. “I have had enough of it! The old lady may go without her dinner for all I care! I am not going to wear myself to pieces and get sunstroke for her!’ Then I dashed my spade to the ground, and, looking round, espied a pool of clear water. Revelling in the…
…copper hue a man in build and form, but enormous in size and development. ” See thy future!” it cried; and my free soul felt a strange pang of pity at the sight of its face it was so full of sorrow that I could not fathom; a vastness of pain that could only be immortal. Yet as I looked, my pity was changed to fear and hate; the creature became contorted with demoniac fury; its lips wreathed and twisted, its eyes flashed, and it cried aloud so that my soul longed to flee yet dare not.”See! See!” it shrieked. And I looked and saw myself. It was I, but how altered! I was an aged man sitting alone in a dreary attic, bathed in a flood of cold moonlight, waiting waiting for what? I looked a little further and saw a muddy river, and over it…