Putting flowers on graves in a dream

Putting flowers on graves in a dream is interpreted as a beautiful marriage for singles, the end of their troubles, losing what they have in their hands and being left in the middle, making huge profits in their business life for a long time, their prayers and repentances being accepted, choosing a more natural and healthy life due to their health problems, buying a house if they do not have one.

Also, putting flowers on graves in a dream is interpreted as a loss of prestige in their business life, all their past sufferings, sorrows and troubles will end thanks to the livable life they will have, entering a beautiful period where morale will be found in many ways, maturing in religion thanks to them, coming out with great losses from the steps they take in their business life.

Psychologically putting flowers on graves in a dream will present a huge project and thus bring the job they have been dreaming of for a long time to life, I expect that the hard times will end and some steps will be taken towards happiness after a long time, that the person who will earn everyone’s respect as a famous person will do things that will make his name known throughout his life, that he will defeat his rivals in the near future, that he will spend time for himself and his loved ones and thus he will be able to relax away from stress and sadness. He comes to my room, he takes off his mask and cape - someone I have never buried before - and comes to me. I stand there without fear, I don’t remember much but he acts nice at first, I am bleeding even though he knows it is bad. I have my phone next to my leg, he sees it I think and suddenly takes it. Then he gets into that evil spirit and doesn’t act nice but I am still nice to him, I even caress the wound on the side of his cheek. At that moment he points a gun at me and says where is your father. I tell him he is at the police station and he tells me to go and bring him. I open the front door and say, well, if I can't come, I've been arrested, I'm not old enough to go out. I see my father as I'm going out the door. We immediately go into the living room and close the door. Dad, he's trying to kill you, I say. Then I take a gun out of his waist. He points the gun from the door, I turn it in the opposite direction with my hand, and my father intervenes, and finally it explodes and bounces off the walls, and my father says, get out of there. Then my father takes the gun and says, how long will he go to prison? I count to myself, then attempted murder, since he makes very good use of the opportunities he gets, he will find himself in a very good place, honesty always indicates.