Here are the compiled Dreams Of February 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.

The dreams to the left are in no particular order most likely. They may or may not represent the total of remembered dreams from this month.

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.

February 2, 2002

Insights and Interpretations:

Ok, I was not on any kind of drugs when I had this dream so I have no idea how to interpret it.  It really felt like the real thing as far as leaving the body and experiencing my own home.  The only thing that moved into more a dream like sequence was the male partner that I suddenly had no control over.  It could be an indication of something to come or telling me that I had lost control of a male aspect of myself.  Either way, I am pretty sure this was from a nap sequence which makes it even more profound because of the detail.  Then Money Like Candy followed and that is pretty intense as well.  I will go add an interpretation to that one on its own since it does follow a more traditional dream format. ----- Back To Top

February 2, 2002

It starts with I am watching this girl flag down a trucker and she has two guys with her. They have a game that they play where they kind of heist their pick-up (the man who picks them up). Rob them or whatever. She play acts like the guys are her brothers or something and comes onto the driver then they heist him before they get dropped off.

The next thing I see, the girl looks younger but she is the same one. Her boyfriend and friend are watching her from afar, but they are still playing the same game only it has shifted slightly.

Their con now is that she pretends to like these guys they pick up and become their girlfriend to get money from them by having sex with them. I don't know if this is because they get more money this way or what. I never see anybody hurt, just the money exchanging hands. This particular scene kind of creeps me out a bit because just as she is getting ready to have sex with this new guy...they have had sex before, I can tell by the exchange...but this time she says to him out of the blue. "I used to dance. I used to like to dance alot but when I was fourteen I was raped. And when the guy was raping me he was commenting on my dancing, as if it was a compliment. I never danced again."

The guy with her is like...yeah, but this isn't like a rape. Here baby take some more money. He keeps throwing money at her as if whatever this memory is that she is having will just go away if he throws enough money at it. From my perspective as a viewer, I found it very disturbing...even to the point that I tried to return to the incident and find out exactly what had happened to this girl. It felt extremely real.

The next scene is with this same guy and girl. He has dropped some quarters and she is all excited. Look baby, its a quarter. Well, he wants to have sex with her again. And it is feeling like they have been having sex a lot. He drops some more quarters on the ground for her and is groping her at the same time. She doesn't seem to mind because she is going after the money. He says, here baby, here is a hundred and drops a folded dollar onto the ground. She is picking up these coins and dollars, and I can tell she is thinking...gee, they are folded up and probably aren't even hundreds but it doesn't matter because she will take it anyway. I doesn't matter what denomination it is. She has stuffed, what she thinks is about $67 in her pocket and he is still trying to or having sex with her. They have sex but I don't really see what is happening, as if I am there but not. Feeling it but not.

I have to comment here, because it came to me in the dream this way. She treats the money like a child would treat candy. Never once does it occur to her to say no to the money or to think that she shouldn't take it. Much like a child who is offered candy, they take it because it is a treat and unless their parents are standing nearby to object, a child will never turn the candy down. It simply would not occur to them. She never asks for the money, but it never occurs to her to say no to it. It is an innocence that was trying to be projected here. As if this game that was started has suddenly become revealing of something of another nature. She talks like white trash. Using improper English. But I have watched her and know she is not white trash and wonder if this is not a ploy on her part to appear stupid to this guy.

After they have sex, they are leaning on the front of his car. He is all excited and jumping around. She asks him why and I watch her touch her pocket protectively of the money he has given her as if he might ask for it back. He tells her that he is hoping she gets pregnant because his parent would be pissed off if he got someone pregnant who was not his equal...and that would show them. She flashes an image of her pregnant in her mind. She seems tired. She knows that if she were to get pregnant that the money in her pocket is all she will ever see from this man even though his parents are wealthy. She doesn't even care. She hopes she is pregnant because then the charade will be over and she can move on from this guy. She is exhausted from having sex with him all the time.

Suddenly he says, what is that red stuff on my shirt. And she is like where. And he says, it looks like menstrual blood. And she starts crying, he is all yelling and cursing and stuff. Not at her but at life in general. He calms her down and sends her off.

She goes home. She enters her house into the living room but must go through the garage to reach the rest of the house. In the garage, she has a raccoon. It's a baby and she stops to pet it. Her black cat is in the garage too, they get along but she can tell that her cat has been teasing the raccoon while she has been gone. She proceeds into the house, still exhausted but glad this guy has let her come home to rest for awhile. As she passes through her laundry room she hears something and freezes...and this guy comes around from the front part of the house. He has come back to reassure her that things are ok and that he will see her later.

I end up in a couples house that is a friend of this girls. This is a married couple and this guy shows up that was in the preceding portions. I can tell that they don't know him too well but that he was introduced to this girl by the male of this couple. The guy tells the husband that things didn't work out with this girl but that he doesn't hold the husband responsible and wonders if he has anybody else he would like to set him up with. The husband tells him that there is this Latino girl that he knows. At which point, the guy makes some comment about Latino's and their breast...which I find offensive but don't understand at all. In a flash I get the whole scenario of this guy - this rich guy.

What he does is find needy young women who are not of his social status and has sex with them for weeks to try to impregnate them. If it doesn't work, then he dumps them and moves on to the next one. Usually when they start their monthly cycle, then he knows they did not get pregnant and moves on. As he is hitting this guy up for a new date, and he mentions the Latino girl...I see that he is getting ready to repeat the process with her...that he did with the previous girl. It was a very disturbing twist of predator that I saw in him. His soul purpose being to impregnate in order to disgrace his family and cause them pain.

Very confusing and somewhat disturbing sequence. I don't think I would even enjoy seeing it as a movie.

Insights and Interpretations:

That was a bizarro dream.  Sometimes I think I tap into somebody else's warped sense of the world and maybe it is a book or a movie that someone is working on.  It is so detailed and the fact that it is so graphic and disturbing with the sex and the dehumanizing of women is just not part of my normal daily life.  Maybe that is why it used the metaphors to make me take a look at something that is not part of my normal life.  The only thing that really strikes me is the reference to her innocence in treating money like candy, in that she wasn't even aware of what she was doing - or so it seems and she is trading her self identity and her person for the money - that almost makes it sound like I am prostituting myself to earn a living in the world if you want to translate it literally.  Which, maybe I am and am too blind and innocent to see it.  I don't seem to ever get paid for the real work I do but I earn money in ways that most people in the world would probably call lucky or fortunate.  The rape comment from her was odd too, disturbingly odd, and in my life the only thing that relates back to the money issue is that I kind of had my first real job when I was 14, even though I worked at other things when I was even younger than that - I didn't have responsibilities of the same nature as when I was 14.  Either way, it was a rather disturbing way to present the message.  Maybe it is that my attitude needs to adjust in concern to money.  An interesting correlation I just noticed is that I moved from normally English / American middle class clients to a few Hispanic clients in my real estate work, about this time.  Half of my closings this year have been from the Hispanic community.  Perhaps I need to do some journaling on my attitude toward money if the pieces are starting to fit together in this manner, it would appear that I need to take a look at something....and I know I am tired, just like she was from having sex (working) all the time.  Well, next! ----- Back To Top

February 11, 2002

I see a parent fly trying to teach a young fly, how to fly but the child doesn't know how to reach any altitude and my cat (my dead cat Chelsea) is trying to eat them. So I rescue them and take them back inside where the rest of its family is and am trying to scoop them all together and move them out of the house without killing them, or letting my cat eat them. I keep thinking to myself, why am I trying to save these fly's when normally, I would just kill them.

I am in a bad horror movie. Not scary, since I am the heroine, but there is a bad guy and he is killing people. The weird part is that he selects his victim and then the next person the victim makes contact with becomes like an incidental target. Meaning, if he selected say...George and the next person George contacts is Stephanie...then Stephanie becomes the next victim. Then the killer is done and he moves onto the next set. I am watching him do his first killing. And when he kills the victim, he marks his spot with a kind of talisman...but before he kills him, he already knows who the second victim is and marks where he will leave that body with a second talisman.

I am trying to intervene on his second killing but fear I am too late because when I open the door...he has already marked the door with the talisman for the second victim. I am trying to rally people around me to help me catch him when he comes walking out of the building holding a bloody knife. The group is skeptical of me. I keep telling them I am FBI, but that I am not carrying my gun for some stupid reason (not my ID as proof that I am FBI - but my gun as if that would be proof). When he walks out with the bloody knife, the group confronts him and he acts all innocent and hands the knife to one of the men in the crowd. I am like, that is just great because you just put your fingerprints all over the weapon. The guy hands me the knife (and now my prints are all over it). I am looking for a plastic bag to put it in so that I can stop messing up the evidence.

I have one image as I am explaining that I am FBI where I actually see myself as Gillian Anderson from the x-files.

There were actually about three more sets in this series that I remembered upon awaking and have since forgotten...all I can grasp is perhaps a restaurant and high anxiety about some of it.

Insights and Interpretations:

Hmm.  Well, I was amused because everybody kept messing up the evidence, does that mean anything?  The first little piece might be in reference to trying to save something that I might really think is rather insignificant, perhaps relating to a family, or my family.  Not much to work with there - flies are kind of pesky, and if my dead cat is trying to eat them, well maybe it was small irritations that were messing with my dream interpretation...which actually does kind of fit with the fingerprints messing up the evidence.  Maybe there is a whole aspect in this dream telling me I need to "kill" off parts of the past, and maybe with that means dropping not only individuals but people who are couples as well, since he keeps linking his killings to a second victim.  And I am not looking for my ID which on would assume would be the obvious tool to identify myself, no I am looking for a gun.  A gun is a more powerful tool for eliminating your enemy, where as a knife (which can be used to represent a cutting away from, like cutting away the past).  The fact that I am using an x-file reference too might be pointing me specifically to something that would me not quite of this world, hmmm, perhaps my dream interpretations need to be done differently, or the way I record my dreams.  I don't know if I have shifted on that over the last few months are not.  I do know that I have been disgruntled with my dream stuff and the changes with my web page and have not even posted anything until now (July).  I had January posted by March and then fell off the face of the Earth basically until now...July. ----- Back To Top

February 12, 2002

The first thing I remember is being in a really bad sand storm in the desert. I am laying in a ditch, wrapped around a young scruffy looking man. When he gets up, it is obvious that we know each other - except I don't think we actually do, it is more as if we recognize each other from a spiritual realm - and I flash back to how I arrived at the scene and why. I rode on a horse through the desert for several days searching for him, because I knew he was stranded and ill. When I found him I surrounded him with myself and he gained some kind of strength from my strength as if I had healing powers, and I actually feel like a healer of sorts. I tell him that I have misplaced my coat, as my horse has wandered off and I distinctly remember wearing a long leather coat that covered me from neck to ankle and down to the wrists - mostly as protection from the elements than for warmth. I am wondering if it has blown away in the windstorm. Otherwise, I am wearing a white tunic styled outfit that between the leather coat, and the tunic reminds me of a style of perhaps something that might have been worn by a particular religious (sect) cult from long ago. I can not place the garb as I am not a history buff but I feel strongly that the garb was religious in nature.

I get the distinct impression that we are outlaws. Not that we are bad people, but as if we are being searched for by others who think we are bad, rebels of a sort - outside of the law. I tell him that I know there is a cave at the top of this mountain and that we can seek shelter there from the storm. We move up the mountain and cuddle in this small cave, it is open on both sides but flaps have been made that keeps the sand and the wind out, mostly, and keeps the cave somewhat concealed from searching eyes. It is a safe haven.

As we are cuddling for warmth (or protection) I begin having very erotic feelings. But something is wrong. I have a strong feeling that this person is my son, or my brother, and then I think he is Jesus. As I am trying to rationalize this, I think that if he is Jesus and he is my son then I must be Mary. None of it makes any sense though because I can not conceive of this man actually being Jesus, nor of myself as being Mary. It is a strange piece where my consciousness is bleeding through and I am trying to place the actual context of the people involve but I have no real life son, and this man doesn't resemble my brother...but I am left with a feeling that the chemistry happening between us is wrong on some level.

As I am having this erotic section to the dream, I actually overlap another dream...that I think is real. I think I am in my bed and straining toward the erotic motions of the dream, but Andy who is in bed with me keeps pushing my leg over and telling me to get on my side of the bed. (Ha! As if that would ever happen)

I come further out of the dream and realize that I am curled around my pillow in a fetal position, the way I normally sleep and dream and that both sections of the erotic portions were dream pieces.

There is a small follow up from the cave where I can see a newspaper article and Sean is in the picture. He fell, or jumped, into a body of water and then realized he could not swim so his wife Melissa had to jump in and save him. I can't tell much else from the article except that they both appeared to have been ok, and the article treats it as an act of heroism.

Insights and Interpretations:

I have read this over so many times trying to sort it out and all I get is this great sense of loss that accompanies it.  This person was not someone I actually recognized in my life at the time but I get the sense that when I do meet him, I do recognize him as someone I have spent time with, perhaps in another life.  Perhaps he was my son or my brother.  It seems to me now that there was quite a bit more eroticism in the dream than what I have written here and all I can think is that I toned it down so as not to be offensive, especially as I am making references of what some might consider incestuous in nature.  The healing piece and being a healer, and the garb I was wearing as well, pushes me to thinking that this has a specific religious or spiritual overtone to the dream.  The interesting follow up piece here is that of Sean and Melissa, strictly being used here to represent a married couple that I know and in that context, I think....Is that he, the husband has jumped into a body of water, something emotional...too deep and emotional would be my guess, and he suddenly finds that he can't swim.  His wife has to rescue him.  It is treated as an act of heroism as if the masses watching might be thinking that his being saved might be a good thing, where as someone like me looking in might be thinking, they might have taught him how to swim and therefore alleviated this kind of incident in the future.   But then, I don't think like other people, do I? ----- Back To Top

February 14, 2002

Insights and Interpretations:

Ok, you have to picture that coat going on and coming off as a scene from Three Stooges, where I simply was not making any progress with the leaving in this situation.  I was highly amused, hence the name of the dream.  The real context here, and really the only thing that stands out would be the color of peach in the one room.  The house generally for me represents different areas of my consciousness and I am trying to evade something that I simply can not.   But the color is most closely related to Orange in the chakra system which, besides representing courage in a traditional sense, also represents the chakra that would most closely be related to the self identity, or security issues.  This can be seen again with the grand mothers attitude to her phobia, not wanting to move out of her safety zone.  Now since these people are probably different aspects of myself, gosh I hate revealing so much of myself to perfect strangers, but then doesn't this seem to imply that perhaps I am dealing with a phobia from long ago in my past, I mean it is old enough for my dreams to consider displaying them to me as an old lady.  And she molds herself to my back as if there is no space between us. ----- Back To Top

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