Here are the compiled Dreams Of December 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.

By all means if you have any commentary on any of these dreams, don't hesitate to send me an e-mail about them. Be sure to get the dream month and name of the dream in the e-mail so I can reference your comments.

12/4/02

The Dream:

This is long...it starts,

Roland, and I, and we are goofing around and suddenly I find we are on this baggage conveyer, riding with the bags up the belt to the plane. I know that we are probably not supposed to be doing this, and the baggage handlers are all like, what are you doing. Ro had told me to make sure I didn't touch any metal because the plane had a short on it and if the motor was running, it caused you to get a shock if you were touching it... so in order to get off this belt, we were straddling the rubber pieces trying to stay grounded (? perhaps) Anyway, at first, we are all tumbled in with the luggage and it is really kind of funny and goofy, then I find I am suddenly in danger and have to get off this thing. I finally leap off and land on the tarmac. There is a little boy there that for some reason I snag up his hand, I think he might have been one of the baggage handlers sons. I am looking around trying to see if Ro made it off the belt or not when I realize the plane is moving. This gets really detailed. 

I see a black man jogging across the tarmac, heading in my direction. The plane is moving. I remember Roland telling me that the blades on this plane come within 6 inches of the ground and I am thinking, crap this thing is moving and it is coming right at us. I tell the little boy that he has to hit the ground and get as close to the ground as possible, and to not get up unless I tell him it is ok. We both hit the ground and I am trying to disappear into the ground and be absorbed into it...because I am thinking, six inches is that much and I can't even lift my head to see if the little boy beside me is ok or not. I can feel the blades getting closer and whipping across the back of my head. I remember the jogger and how I was certain he had not seen the plane and probably did not know it was moving and about that time, I hear the quality of the blades shift as if it were slicing into something...the jogger...and I could hear everything, the deeper slicing through, and the tonal difference of the blades meeting resistance, and I could feel the blood splattering my back and just as the tone started to change again, this river of blood came flowing around me on the ground. I was laying in the middle of this river of blood. The blades pass over, and people are starting to rush forward. I get to my knees, still kneeling and I can't rise any further, I start vomiting from the grossness of what I have just experienced. I keep trying to move and then I vomit again, like four times, and the vomit is thick with mucus and filled with blood, I am thinking because it is dripping off of me since I am saturated in it.

The dream transitions somewhat and I am cleaned up but my mind is seriously fractured at this point. In the dream, I feel quite unstable as if my sense of reality has come undone. The people running this plane area are like big Swedish women and I don't understand what all is happening but it seems like some kind of huge conspiracy. They are complaining about the jogger and how they can't find all of his pieces. I am not right in the head and I have been changed into what looks like a granny house dress to me, and I am clenching my fists and telling them, what - do you want me to change again...want to search through my close for missing pieces? They leave and I look down and I have the black mans pinkie in my clenched fist...as evidence that it occurred because I knew they would try to clean everything up and pretend it never happened. 

The little boy I had pushed to the ground comes and tells me they had leaks in the caverns, tunnels where they lived and that they think that is where the rats are coming in. I don't know what this means exactly, and maybe now is a good time to explain that this whole plane area is in some kind of underground bunker area...not out in the open at all...so when we are running through these tunnels it is like caves only they have been finished out like hallways with lights and all because people actually live here. So the boy is leading me through and we see a couple of areas where there has been evidence of some leakage but I don't see any sign of rats at all. We do come across an observatory area where we see two men who have put on the really old deep sea diving outfits, with the big head gear and full hose units, that actually have to get their air pumped to them from the surface. We stop to watch because the two men have been under the water for an hour or so and have to come up soon because they are running out of oxygen. Well, two more men have come to replace them but they don't have any more suits. The older guy, looks like a scientist or something and he is like... I got this technique, and he starts to tell the guy with him about how to use the nitrous to get into the water but the guy touches the liquid oxygen and he gets frozen, on the spot through and through, and the old scientist is like, what a Dumb Ass... he props him to the side and passes through the liquid oxygen properly himself which infuses his blood stream with oxygen and allows him to go under the water without all the contraptions that the other people needed... about this time the frozen guy comes out of his frozen state and the old man explains to him that his body will retain the oxygen for about an hour and that they could breath under water for about that long. I never get a clear idea of what they are looking for in the under ground water ways but it seems pretty important if they didn't even want to wait until the other two guys came up from the bottom with the equipment.

We also pass by a window with reporters in a room. They are replaying the scene with the plane chopping up the jogger but their conversation is such...that you are pretty sure they think they are watching something on television and not a replay of something that had just happened on the tarmac outside their window. They are very confused, and it seems kind of slow and amusing like a Monty Python skit...only I don't catch the jokes as they are being made, it still seems like a bit of the tapping of screen and what just happened there kind of scenario.

Transitions, these big Swedish women in control have now rounded up alot of people to kill them because they are trying to cover up the one jogger getting killed. They have already rounded up the reporters and have gagged them and killed them and they are all laying over in this one room dead, on the ground...and they have rounded up all the baggage handlers and have them kneeling in the same room but most of the baggage handlers don't speak English and they are very confused on what is occurring because most of them didn't see the jogger get killed anyway. I see the head Swedish woman and she is waving a gun around, as if this is the only way. I walk into the group and I start speaking fluently in a language I don't recognize to these baggage handlers. What I do is tell the leader that he has been promoted, at which point all his family jump up to congratulate him because half of the baggage handlers are family of his...that is the way the place works. In giving him the promotion, I elevated his status so that his family would work together to keep his job secure... thereby eliminating him as a possible threat to revealing anything about the dead jogger, should the subject come up. I see the Swedish woman looking at me as if she realizes that what I have done just saved the old mans life and everyone of the baggage handlers by giving him this promotion.

Meantime, the little boy again. He is a relative of the baggage handler, and he wants to defect. I have died his hair blond and made him look like a woman in order to sneak him out. And, the big Swedish women are still doing their gig, trying to round up stragglers who might tell about the dead jogger and create a stink. There is a small black child, not more than 2 years old. They are after it... and I am like, even if the child saw something...they are two how much of it could they possibly have understood? So, the child's family... all women, have gathered around it. The mother says, she shaved half of the babies head so that if the Swedish woman tries to get a hold of her child, she will have to literally snatch it bald headed. I find this comment amusing and a bit out of place, however, I find I am armed with a long handled fork... like the kind that you would use whilst grilling outdoors. The big women show up, and the black women all crowd around to block them from the child and I find myself in direct conflict with the leader of the Swedish women.  I am using my fork to jab her... repeatedly... like stay back, poke poke, stay back. She seems much amused but at the same time she realized the futility of tracking down this two year old for something they probably don't even remember. So they back off and leave.

Many snippets of stuff still in here. In the background as this is all evolving there is like a movie playing, as if they are making a James Bond movie out of the events happening in the dream at the same time as the dream is unfolding. So, on the screen, to represent these big brawny Swedish women, in tradition Bond women style, are like 4 teeny bopper-ish rock stars in short pink hot pants. I don't remember exactly who they were but I think it was; Pink, JLo, Britney Spears, and possibly Christina Aguillara. It was all very surreal and weird.

The last scene, I think. Is that I have a group of defectors, for lack of a better word who are hiding out from the Swedish killers but the Swedish women decide they want to call a truce. They have decided that we are no longer a threat and want to make peace and they tell us they have left a gift for us in the church across the street from the place we are staying. Well, we are looking at the church and it appears empty and we are wondering what kind of trick this is that they are up to, understandably, our confidence level is not high. There is a set of twins in my house, they are red heads, boy and girl and they look like raggedy Ann and Andy. And, we are all like working and running through the house when the boy, sees himself and is like - hey wait a minute - I just saw myself. This is when we realized that the "gift" the Swedish women sent was an exact replica of the twins and had one of them not seen themselves, we might not have ever known what was going on. And, that is all I can remember which means I probably woke up, but we never did figure out if the twin robot replicas were a danger or anything. Or what indeed their purpose might have been. Hmmm, very weird.

Insights and Interpretations:

 An interpretation may or may not be added at a later date.

  ----- Back To Top

December 09, 2002

The Dream:

I believe I captured 3 pieces to this set of dreams. 

It starts with being at a resort type of area where I am spending time around the pool, wondering where certain people are that I would like to see but for some reason have yet to make an appearance for the day. Others, are talking about taking a road trip to Philly, and some other places. They are all guys and I am thinking that the last thing I want to do is take a road trip to go bar hopping with 4 guys and be the only girl on the trip. That translates to me being the only one sober at the end of the night to drive and to fend off any advances that might ensue from their drunkenness. So thusly, I am less pleased with their plan and hope it does not include me. My sister, Linda, at one point is gently turning this guy down and saying that she had been hurt by him once before and she could not bring herself to be put in a position to be hurt by him again. Sounded very logical and reasonable to me, the guy seemed a little confused. My family is all around me, sisters and extended family, and even people I would have considered family even though they are not by blood. The scene changes around me but is a continuation... to me laying on a bed in the corner of a room. I haven't moved from the lounge chair next to the pool but suddenly it looks like the corridor of a school. I can see right into the boys locker room, where Donny and Kevin (I believe) have just returned from playing tennis. I hear them talking that Donny is getting ready to leave for Florida as soon as he gets dressed and gets out of the school. I am watching them, I don't believe they know that I am...and a few minutes later, Donny walks past me as if he has just now seen me for the first time and involuntarily he says, "Hi." I respond immediately, "hi," have a nice safe trip to Florida. I started to add that I had just been to Australia and got 5 days in Florida myself (not in real life, that is all skewed), but I figured that would make no sense to him. As he is walking away, I see him kind of chuckle and shake his head - as if he can't believe he even said hello to me. (These are people from high school and sometimes that is exactly how I felt treated by them). Anyway, this struck me as odd, and even odder as he got to the door, Tim was standing there saying something like, "Are you seeing her?" Donny was of course surprised, laughed, said, "No...why?" Tim said, "Well, it's just that I had a problem some time back." Then they agreed to talk about it elsewhere - I am thinking that it is because I am within earshot. Weird! They go outside and on the sidewalk, nearly straight out from the window I am at. Tim said something about back in high school someone being connected to a chain gain - one of us girls - dating someone. Tim had gotten picked up by a cop and for some reason his name got linked with ours and this chain gang and he was given all kinds of hell. Well, this makes no sense to me because I dated the same guy for 2 years in high school and he wasn't even from my school. None of us dated anybody in prison. Even in the dream I am thinking maybe he meant involved with a local gang instead of a chain gang. None of us were ever involved in a gang either...so it was all kind of confusing.

The dream kind of transitions... I have gotten up and started walking. I want to go see the sunset. There is a park and a beach across the road, I have crossed it. There is a dark couple and her mother. I want to think they are all related except the couple looks more like, acts more like, a couple than siblings. Yet they look so much alike, and the woman and her mother could nearly be twins. Anyway, I walk past them and there is another woman, blond singing in the park. She had quite a gathering. I am smoking a cigarette and thinking that after the sun goes down, I might come back and watch her sing because she is kind of jazzy folky and I think her voice sounds really nice. I keep walking, other people are starting to migrate toward the beach as well. The sky is already beginning to turn beautiful and I am concerned about getting there before I loose the day. As I walk out, it appears I am in a dock, almost garage type of area and I am thinking this all looks very weird. As I approach the edge, I hear these moans and groans from the water...moans of an animal nature. I am thinking good lord what is that...I am one of the first to reach the edge and see a pod of whales at the docks. They are amazing and I am in awe. Immediately, I know that they have come to see us at the sunset...knowing we would be there. Some of the people are afraid and almost turn away. I notice a guy to my right bending down because one of the whales has come right up and pushed its nose to the dock and the man is petting him. I go down on my knees and the matriarch of the pod has pushed her nose up to where I am. I am petting her and explaining to the people behind me how sad this is because I had heard the whales where getting ready to leave this planet. That what they are doing is saying their goodbyes. I am encouraging the others to step forward and pet this giant but they are too scared of its size. I see the matriarch drop into the water and bring up one of its young and push it to the dock. I grab it up and pet it and try to give it back to the mother but it pushes the cub back at me. As this is happening, the cub becomes like a black bear cub. The mother is urging me to pass the cub to the others so they will understand her species. It was important that the children of her species be understood by the children of our species. I am trying to get the children to come forward. They are really eager to and some of them get down on their knees and inch forward. I am showing them how to scratch this cubs head and under the chin. I explain again how the whales were supposed to be the keepers of the Earth's history and how sad it is that they are saying goodbye. I want the children to understand how important it is that they hold the memory of what is occurring in their hearts so that the whale is not ever forgotten.

The dream transitions....it is snowing out. There is an old beat up abandoned house. I am thinking that I am applying for a job that I get room and board, plus like $250 a month or a week or something here. All I have is a screw driver in my hand...I don't know why. But I am carrying it around and scraping the ice from the windows. The place is dark. I am supposed to meet the owner there who is the person offering me the job and I am thinking...why do I want this job and do I really want to live here? I go inside and down the hall and am trying the lock to the door of one apartment. In the dark I can hear someone else and I turn to defend myself, should I need to, with my screw driver. It turns out to be a very short man in a long overcoat and a hat. I ask if he is the landlord and he is so I relax my grip on my screw driver, and allow him to pass and open the door. We walk threw this apartment and it seems ok, but dark and dingy, and it connects to the apartment on the other side which as soon as we enter - I realize someone lives there. It is a black family, and the mother immediately comes forward and asks if he has heard from the electric company because they lost their electricity as well. He says, "Oh, did you loose the gas when you were cooking dinner last night?" He points to the ceiling where there is a huge grease spot. I am thinking, nobody should be living in these conditions. There is water pouring into the living room as we are standing there and it wasn't even raining outside. The woman looks at the ceiling and is like, oh my heavens, she had no idea her meal from the evening before that they never even got to finish cooking was creating such a mess just from sitting there. The guy says, he has not heard from the electric company but will call. Now I see what my job would be here, keeping the place in some kind of running order and collecting the rent but I am thinking, I don't know that I even want to be here at all - its a mess. Then about that time, the water stops pouring in...and the woman's daughter comes out of the shower. And I look at the guy and go, well at least you know where to direct a plumber when he comes in. It's obviously pouring straight in from the shower, which means a leak in the pipes not from the outside. That seems better, like an internal leak rather then external.

That is about all I can remember now.

Insights and Interpretations:

  ----- Back To Top

12/21/02

The Dream:

I was in a department store and I was laughing at something and shopping and shopping...and then I felt someone touch my elbow. I was still laughing when I turned around and realized it was "bob" touching my elbow, it took me a minute to understand who it was and then I remembered that I was mad at him and I hauled off and kicked him in the shin. I huffed off with my nose in the air and snooty and stuff. Bob was grabbing his leg, hopping around and laughing - he says, I love that woman. And his friend goes, dude, she just kicked you - really hard. And he says, yeah, I know but I deserved it.

That was all I remember of the dream, except I woke up laughing and thinking... OMG, I would never kick someone like that...I was even analyzing the kick because I had boots on and I kicked him really hard and I was thinking, maybe if I were barefoot I would kick someone like that if I was really, really mad, but with those boots on, I would have broken the skin. It seemed like a really harsh move on my part. Oh, well, what can I say it was a dream and I was obviously working out some frustration of some sort.

Insights and Interpretations:

I am obviously working out some frustration...there is a small interpretation at the end of this...but shopping in a store would mean something of value...don't know who the guy is supposed to represent but the fact that I kicked him in the leg means that he is hindering my progress to move forward. And, maybe by his response, he believes he is doing it in some way because he loves me and is trying to be supportive or something. I think I meant real business too since I was wearing boots so it is some serious foundation stuff that I am using to make my point of contact... whoohoo, whatever all that means.

  ----- Back To Top

12/22/02

The Dream:

 I was called in to help and there was a black man trying to protect this little boy, and his father had picked him up in his arms and was trying to leave with him. They allowed me to take the boy in my arms and I was trying to call 911 to see if they could help. They said, you know if we dispatch, someone will be there within minutes, right?

Ok, there is more to this...I kept wondering where the mother was but I didn't even see a face for her...like I had no idea who the mom was. And, I don't understand the relationship of the black man or why he was trying to protect the boy from the father. All I know is that the father seemed willing to let me take the boy from him until some other authority arrived and made a decision as to where the best place for the boy would be. I think the boy was crying then fell asleep in my arms, then he disappeared all together, and I think he absorbed into my chest. It was really weird but I felt like I was looking around for him and realized I was carrying him inside my chest area.

Insights and Interpretations:

Ok, the black people are coming through as spirit for me, and since I don't have an explanation that fits better yet, I am going to take that here as well. So my gist is that spirit is protecting some young male creative energy that belongs to me and the father may represent an ego manifestation of something in the physical. Almost like I am saying - I am trying protect something out of the ego, but spirit is trying to protect it too...so it has become an emergency situation where I am actually asking or calling for help (911) but the operator is saying... warning me... that if I do this help comes immediately. The weird part of that is that I actually hesitate... as if I am not sure I want to call out for help with the situation. All subconscious I am guessing since they don't give me any specifics at all. I have nothing in here to point at either...no toys, or words or anything that gives me a clue. Except absorbing the boy to the heart which would indicate to me that it is something in relation to my emotions. That pretty much could be anything.

  ----- Back To Top

12/23/02

The Dream:

Ok, so I am sitting with a friend and I am looking at some kind of radio schedule or something. Two radio stations, one I think is a local country station and the other is WLUP - I think - which I also believe is a station out of Chicago called the Loop. I could be wrong but it sounds familiar to me. Anyway, as I tilt this schedule, I realize it has my name on it...like a prism or something. My name shows up, tilted one way it displays Keephart or Kephart, and tilted the other way it shows Brigitte... or something like that. I was trying to figure out what else the words were saying when I suddenly noticed that it had gotten really quiet - there had been kids and stuff running around. I am really wrapped up in deciphering this odd schedule I have in my hand and suddenly my friend says, "I think everybody's gone now." It's like a light bulb goes on inside my head or something and I set the schedule aside and I'm like "oh, Yeah?", kind of flirty. He like takes me by the hand and we go to some place else, like another room or something. And the next thing I know I am laying on top of him and I am kissing his jaw line, then his neck, and then I like half scrape my teeth against his neck - almost like going for a hickey or something. And he says, hey, don't be marking up the body. I'm like - Oh, Crap, I'm sorry. Then I get up and I'm like - "See, I can't do this. I would be leaving marks all over your body." 

And, that is pretty much all I remember.

Insights and Interpretations:

Well, the intriguing part to me is the schedule I have in my hand and that it gives me my own name. Then the fact that I am relating the second station to the Loop out of Chicago. I don't know that Chicago has anything to do with it so much as the metaphor of running through a loop of some sort with the schedule. Schedule to me would represent some kind of time frame although the dream doesn't indicate anything at all in reference to time. So, I don't know if maybe I am looping some kind of time schedule in my head or what. I have had alot on my plate lately and I know that some things will continue to shift into the new year. I am paying close attention to the people who are touching my life since my birthday on the 22nd. I move into a year of Karma this year and the relationships I keep, maintain or become new may very well have a huge impact on the next 9 years of my life... or 8 years at least. (perhaps recycling - looping through - hmm, something to play with)

Moving into the rest of the dream, it gets kind of convoluted because I don't necessarily know who all the people are that have just gone. Could be another reference to the ones moving out of my life for the next 9 year cycle. I am so quick to set aside the schedule though almost as if I am not attached to whatever that was at all. Which is weird because I try very hard to maintain those relationships. Maybe I shouldn't. Then the whole, 'don't mark the body'  and stuff, well... that might have been a direct instruction for myself about being careful not to scar myself in some way. Many times, what others reference in a dream is a direct message for the self, only I can't think of too much I am tackling right now that would harm my body in any way. Jaw line, Neck, and teeth all have to do with communications... and more specifically in the teeth is truth. So scarring myself, or others with my truth... perhaps, but I think I could be stretching for meaning with that. I have some concerns with this obviously because I comment that I can't do it because I would be marking up the entire body. This might be something I need to get over - like nothing here is permanent damage and yet, it is enough to cause some concern since I back off. I am not sure I understand the significance of scarring the body here. I mean, what is the big deal if I do leave a hickey behind, who is really going to care is kind of my thought process. It would help if the "Friend" who shows up so often wasn't such an abstract reference in my dreams to where I have no particular name I can slap on them - and therefore end up with John or Bob slapped on him for some kind of continuity.

  ----- Back To Top

Well that's all I have for you this month.
Click here for Dream Archives 
Please use the back button below to return to Dream Months 2002 Page.

Sign My Guestbook

E-mail Me