What does it mean when a girl dreams about a guy (me)?
This happened to me before too and it was a lovely dream one of my best ever. I was obviously thinking of him for a good time since I loved him so much anyway I told him about my intriguing dream with him being involved and well yeah she obviously likes you and that is why she mentioned her dream and told you.
What is the interpretation of coconut trees in dreams?
You are very lucky that you dreamt about the coconut trees.The interpretation is either you will become an astrologer or inherited qualities of an astrologer.Secondly you may get money from foreign sources .in your e future life.Keep dreaming .
What are your memories of visiting Coney Island in Brooklyn, NY?
Growing up, I spent my summers visiting my aunt and uncle, who lived directly across Jamaica Bay from Coney Island.Across the water, we could see the outline of the rides, the swirling loops of the Cyclone coaster, and the tall towers of the Parachute Drop. My uncle would tell us stories of the Mermaid parade, which we of course assumed featured real mermaids.We would gather on the front deck each evening, waiting for sunset so we could watch the fireworks at Coney Island. We couldn’t believe we were visiting a magical place where there were fireworks every night. It was better than TV.One day, my aunt bundled all five of us kids into her car. She explained that the ferry from Manhattan had broken down and we were going to pick up my uncle at the subway- in Coney Island! We would finally see this wonderland up close.We drove in along the marina, and saw the fishing boats returning from their day on the ocean. My aunt pointed out the best restaurants for clams, oysters and lobster, which elicited a chorus of Ewwwws from her unsophisticated nieces and nephew.Then we saw it ahead of us- Coney Island Amusement Park. It was a busy summer evening, so there were crowds, and music. The rides looked even bigger up close, but something was different.The wonderland we dreamed of was a little worn down. The bright colors we expected had greyed with time. And there were no mermaids in sight.We picked up my uncle at the subway and drove home, then grilled hot dogs for dinner. And at sunset, we still curled up in our lounge chairs on the porch, waiting for the show.Because even if Coney Island was a little shabbier than our dreams, and the only mermaids we saw were painted on the rides, there were still fireworks.Every night!