Here are the compiled Dreams Of April In the year 2K2
Below you will find the dreams from this month. For easier access I have decided to list them all on one page. Depending on how many dreams I had for the month this page might get kinda long. But the names of each dream should click you down to the dream.

I have no idea what I am posting or when...so if you see dreams on this page, just say thank you, read and enjoy.  One day I will catch up to myself.

The dreams to the left are In alpha order. They may or may not represent the total of remembered dreams from this month. The time it takes to scour notebooks will tell.

You can scroll down through all of the dreams, or select a dream from the list. When your done reading the dream Hit the Back To Top link to return to the list and select another dream.

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04/18/02

The Dream:

I was talking to Jackie and the builders still had not completed their home and it had been over 2 weeks since they had closed on the house. We were talking to the builders about allowing them to buy a different home in a different neighborhood so they could get moved in and I had to tell them to make sure the appliances got moved because it was something we had already paid for.

We were looking at a map of what was available and I said they could go east side, pretty much anywhere from Greenwood to Fishers where they were and still be in a proper range for work.

The dream shifted to Ean from the cattle farm we went to yesterday walking through rows of trees. Seems like there was a mini train track that ran through the property grounds. There was something creepy going on here but I can't quite place it - I want to say that there were ghosts or mean spirited people on the property that I was trying to stay away from. There were kids and families and everything and it was as if everybody knew something odd was occurring but not exactly what kind of odd.

Later, I am in a small tour bus. There are several of us but Tanya is one of them. We stop, perhaps at a funeral home, there is a cat that we have been told was feral but then like 6 more popped out and they came quite close to us having been fed by tourists in the past is my guess. Seems like there is a mangy beat up dog too. As we are leaving there is alot of confusion on who is sitting where and we seem to have too many people for the vehicle we came in - I don't know why. Tanya and I start walking through this mall area. I remember I have been shopping earlier and that mom or my boss is reimbursing me for the purchases. Tanya says, I hope you got me a black bra and panties - you know - for my birthday. I am like no. No one authorized me to pick that up yet. But I'll keep it in mind. First I can't believe she would even wear black bra and panties and with what, was my question?

Anyway, we wander through this mall trying to find the way out. A bleed over of work starts occurring as if part of this building may be where my office is. I find myself in a small file room. I have a file cabinet open and this large machine to my left that I can throw a floppy disk in and it will print me a photo of what the disk has on it. I am trying to get a hard copy but don't know where the disk is that I am looking for. The FBI comes in as I am standing there and they have a remote hard drive that they plug into this machine to do a back up of all the transactions - copies - made off the machine as I am standing there. I am kind of in a hurry and I am like - can I keep doing what I am doing here - I was half way through. There are red floppy disks, about 12 of them. They go, oh sure, we can do our back up without interrupting what you are doing at all, so I keep working.

Meantime, I notice there is some weird office interplay occurring. My old boss, Bob, is there. Apparently, the girl he was interested in didn't quite work out the way he had planned. He walks up behind me and makes a comment and pushes my jeans into my butt crack - weird, I know. What ever he said, I commented back that I had lost a few pounds since I had last seen him. Hey, this made me really happy because he was flirting with me - with interest - and I am thinking - I was just trying to date him 3 months ago but he wasn't interested because of this other woman he was flirting with. Since he is teasing me now, he must be interested now, just then this old tease walks by and Bob looks at me apologetic and goes off to see what the girl wanted. I was like - oh, well, back to work, but I get the feel Bob would be back and that this thing was already over with the other girl. Weird stuff I get.

Insights and Interpretations:

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04/15/02

The Dream:

 Last nights dreams were very intense and vivid. The first one played like a movie and the second one I can no longer remember.

However, the first one I have plenty of detail. Sean Connery played the main good guy. The gist is this. The FBI has a bad sector. Sean Connery is in the know with the FBI, old timer, informed on the bad sector but not part of it. A new guy has arrived that the bad sector is trying to use or recruit, I think he is played by Denzel Washington. It is as if we come in while the bad sector is beginning to go through some kind of weeding out program. Too many people know about the bad sector and they want a fall guy they can use to weed out people who know too much about them and they decide the new guy, Denzel will do just fine. Denzel becomes enmeshed in the bad sector but Sean Connery has been guiding him and helping to keep him safe. People in the bad sector are dying and fingers are starting to point toward Denzel. In order to protect Denzel, the good sector decides they have to fake his death and shoot him publicly. They do preliminaries and when they shoot him all this powder flies out of the back side of him and that was how they knew he had been hit (shot). So they have this plan to shoot Denzel but like two days before it goes down, Sean Connery has a heart attack and dies. Luckily, Sean has a home for kids, street wise kids, run by his own daughter. Sean has told the kids about Denzel and some of the secrecy involved in the FBI deal with the bad sector. The kids are basically good kids but tough and they loved Sean Connery - so when Denzel shows up they protect him and are bad asses and smart asses when the FBI show up. Its really cool. When the good sector shoots Denzel, he takes off to Sean's house to hide out. The bad sector shows up at the house and the kids have to hide Denzel in an upstairs' room where Sean used to keep as a separate hiding place and all his private belongings are there. That is about the gist of the dream but there was a completion to it but I don't think I caught all the details start to finish.

This afternoon, I also took a nap - there was a birthday party for Ingrid and we are all singing happy birthday and I think she is 50 or something. There is only 1 candle on her cake and she says she is glad that they didn't put all the candles on the cake and make a big deal out of her years. For the record, I don't know an Ingrid but I think I heard at one point that Ingrid and Brigitte were the same in some language.

The second piece I was trapped in the bathroom of an airplane and I had to hurry because if I didn't get out of the bathroom before the plane took off the I would enter an alternate reality when the plane hit the air and then it became a real pain in the butt to get back to my dimension. The plane had already taken off and I think it was too late. I am screwed - no wonder I have had so many difficulties since April - I have entered a new dimension - well, this dimension sucks!

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04/14/02

The Dream:

Wow - so much for latent sexual dreams...here we go:

It started with the mini-bar girl coming into the room while we were asleep and I woke up and said we had taken 2 waters and she said that's ok, I'll get it in whispers because we were asleep. Then she popped open the connecting door to the room next to us and disappeared with her cart into the next room. Her manager followed her into the room and - Gosh, I wish I had a place to journal graphic details that no one else would ever see. At any rate, this piece was quite erotic and woke me up in real life and I noticed that the room next to us was being extremely noisy, probably the reason why I was referencing it in the dream. 

There is a section on a wharf. There is a very small puppy that has been injured. Its little leg is bandaged and its head is bleeding and there is ice in the water where the puppy has been floating. It seems like I am insisting that someone help it and it is moved to a warm water tub like area where it is cleaned up and warmed up and it seems to come back to life. There is a piece in a small house and the cats that live in the house seem very feral almost dangerously so even though they were domesticated cats. Then a squirrel comes in and is rummaging for food and I think - well, this is a wild animal I best be careful but it comes within feet of me nearly being tamed from so much human contact. 

Odd dichotomy - wild cat, tame squirrel. The puppy / wharf area seemed very stormy / cold and bleak and the cat portion seems like it might be a warning of some sort.

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04/13/02

The Dream:

Well, it started with something with Roland in it and I woke up thinking well at least I saw him in a dream then forgot the dream. Later sections, included Rod and Laura Kivela. I was supposed to meet Rod for dinner, I flew back from Aussie for 14 hours to finish a fax job and check in but there was so much to do that I didn't get to Rod until 9ish. MMI was full of kids playing on the computer because Laura had organized some kind of charity thing for kids and brought them in to play on the computers. It looks like chaos and there is food too. I finally find Rod - we are supposed to be going to the outback for dinner. He says, well I'm kind of full I was expecting you two hours ago - yeah I know. So the fax job came in and I asked Jeanne if there were any problems and she said, yeah one came in but I left it in your mailbox since I knew you were coming in. So I had to run off and set that job up. The final piece was in a house not quite completed like a spec home and all I can remember is Andy following me through the house as if he was trying to have sex with me. I know there were other people there but I don't remember seeing them.

Insights and Interpretations:

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04/08/02

The Dream:

There is a possibly 5 story hotel and floors 2 and 4 are lit up. I ask if floor 3 has lesbians on it too because the lights are off on that floor and someone tells me that no, there are lesbians on all the floors.

Insights and Interpretations:

Ok, this was in my journal from Australia - it isn't marked as a dream sequence but I am guessing from the content that it is. I have been dealing with 3-4-5 here lately, I don't know what was going on in April that might have been bringing up the same issues but what I am starting to sort out now - in August is that the 3 maybe the third dimension reality, the 4 is related to time issues, and 5 is - what? I still don't know for sure but it might look like chaos. hahahahah - ok, so it looks like me. Ok the weird part is that this new book I got says that homosexuality is a recognition of karmic souls from prior lives - and that the gender and sex - if it occurs in a dream really means nothing except to acknowledge the souls you have known before - and this kind of makes sense to me because I have had many people tromping through my life lately that feel as if they are connected to me on a different level. I will keep looking at this aspect with the new dreams I enter.

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April 3, 2002

I am in a bathtub, it is small but then I am smaller as well. There is a guy behind me...like we are kids but not quite, there is a guy in front of me, and a little girl who falls head first between the guy in front of me and me. Is that clear as mud. Anyway, the gist is that we are in this bathwater together, the little girl and I and the two guys - we feel smaller but almost like mature adult minds inside small child like forms. All I know is that the guy to my front and I are overlapping in body parts and I keep trying to make sure that we are touching in some manner. The image reminds me of what it would be like to be in the womb with another person, especially if you were very, very small (twin souls). The contact was very important to me and so long as we were touching everything else in the world was fine.

There is a piece with a police car. The woman officer had pulled a car over, and she climbs into the car which is like a beat up ford ltd and takes off after the second car that was speeding. Meanwhile, her car is still driving down the road as if she had leapt from one vehicle to the other and both cars are still going...into a curve that is the exit / on ramp for another highway. The speeding car pulls over and the officer slows down to get out and as she does the speeder peals out and zooms off down the highway. All I can remember is the officer saying something like, you are going to be really sorry you did that, like she is talking to the speeding car.

Mail - we are receiving junk mail. And I am like just throw this crap away. But the weird part is that there are two small squares on the front of the envelope like windows and some of them have numbers written in and some do not. As one of the girls is getting ready to toss her envelope into the trash, her cell phone rings and it tells her that it needs to confirm the numbers in her little window. I believe her number was fourteen. As I am listening to this I am thinking that is really weird like what are the odds that they would have known she had it in her hand at precisely that moment. So I go to toss my package in the trash and my cell phone rings. When I answer it, the voice tells me that I need to write in the number 18 on my little windows. I look at my pack and the windows are blank so I write the 18 in on the window. Here is the real kick in the pants....we know we are holding junk mail, that this is garbage from publishers clearing house or something but since they had some kind of sixth sense to call us as we were holding the package - we are kind of snookered into thinking maybe this is an important package. We are left with the dilemma of do we now throw this away or do we open it to see what exactly is inside.

Insights and Interpretations:

Gosh, I hate doing this by the seat of the pants.  The only thing significant in the first piece is that I actually feel like I am a child but with an adult mind in the first section.  The second section feels like a warning that I am moving too fast and that a higher power is trying to slow me down.  And the third piece, oddly enough, I have had other references to Junk Mail later in the year and it just makes me think it is a play on words - like a man who doesn't really serve me well - type of thing.  I don't know what the numbers represent except that a 14 would be like change for an individual and work environment or home for somebody else and the 18 is like endings or completions for an individual(1) and issues regarding power because of the 8.  That is what I would get out of it anyway.   It is weird because it seems like trickery as if we hold what appears to be junk but maybe it isn't - how abstract is that? ----- Back To Top

April 23, 2002

I am very young, a teenager of some sort. I am guessing I must be around 16. I meet this guy, and must fall head over heels with him. All I know is that I end up having sex with him and it is first time sex, and it is really, really good first time sex (that alone should tell you it is a dream). Anyway, I really like this guy and I am in the bathroom shower and I overhear some other guys talking to him, and teasing him about me. I get really, really mad because I think he was just using me. Then he comes into the bathroom and realizes what I overheard and is telling me that - that is not the way things are at all.

So it transitions. We are at a party. Him, me, and a bunch of other people. And, I am telling you - I am very naive and clueless. They are tossing this water balloon type thing around and the way it works is the guys toss at the girls, the girls toss at the guys. If the balloon doesn't burst then someone else gets to pick it up and toss it.   Normally, the guys toss at the girls they "go" with and the girls toss at the guys they "go" with. So, my guy tosses the balloon, and the balloon doesn't burst but it now leaves him open for eligibility (somehow that works in there - you have to have tossed the balloon to be eligible to be tossed at). Anyway, he tossed it at a blond chick and it didn't burst, so she picked it up and tossed it at him, and it didn't burst, but it rolled back to the girls side and I picked it up. It was all in good fun and I tossed it back at him, and it broke. Well, according to the rules of the game...that should have made him mine hands down. The old people are giving me dirty looks, the blond chick
is giving me dirty looks...he is looking at me all sheepishly...keep in mind I think he is a couple of years older than me probably 19 or so. This is when I realize that the blond chick and him are supposed to be a couple and everybody here thinks they are a couple, except me....because I thought I was his girl.

Well, this really upsets me when the reality sets in...and I take off running - really fast. I keep thinking if I only had a horse I could race away from here so much faster and put it all behind me. I am coming up on a train yard, which I want to say is a place I used to meet this guy and he catches up to me here in the train yard. He grabs me by the arm and sort of guides me into one of the trains and he is all like, you didn't think I wouldn't come after you? And, I am all crying (really hard, gut wrenching sort of stuff) and like - but we can never be anything is the  type of thing I am telling him. He is like - forget them, forget all that, just think about us - you and me. (I am a fool). Anyway, I believe it- maybe because I want to so much and I am incredibly young. This is the kind of youthful angst I pray to God I never experience again in my life...keep it in the dream world where it belongs. Anyway, he kisses me...OMG! These are the kisses of a lifetime, the kind where you start to dissolve into thin air and are never really sure if you are a separate entity from the person you are kissing...doesn't happen much in real life...but in dreams they are quite real. This kiss goes on for ever. I remember saying how extremely hot I was, sweat pouring off my body. We both are sweating, and both wearing white - I have like a tank top on and he is trying to help me off with it - we are in the back of this train remember. Remember, because the train starts moving all by itself - apparently a break was forgotten to be put on.  We are moving into a school parking lot, with other buses and trains all kinds of vehicles. Seems like we might be headed for a crash.

Next...

Insights and Interpretations:

Ouch!  I don't like it much.  I don't like where this is headed at all, not with the crash implications and all.   Otherwise, I might have found it rather amusing and certainly there is a sort of soul filling angst and romance to all of the teen-age notions of what love and romance is all about.  How do you like that metaphor of hot and sweaty in the back of a train.   I can not believe how naive I am but in reality - I mean awake - I guess I am pretty gullible.  I thought I had stopped believing in fairy tales - I mean, I am old Damnit!  Damn near, so why, oh why  is my heart plagued so - what does it all mean.  I feel oddly like I am living two lives now - one awake and one that is much more vivid and interesting when I am asleep.  Some of the next few months dreams follow some of the same angst - and the tears, ew, never - never want that in my life. ----- Back To Top

April 25, 2002

Insights and Interpretations:

Well that was a bit graphic for such a short dream.  I wrote all the other stuff in the second paragraph after I had this dream, and now I am not too sure if it was a dream or real life.  I think that piece actually happened.  You know, what do other people do when they start to lose their minds, does it happen slowly like this, where you can watch it over time on the pages of the web or is it all at once but then everybody notices it at separate times in your life.   Like does everybody think that my dreams are as whacked and confusing as I do or what? ----- Back To Top

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