Here are the compiled Dreams Of June 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.

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June 27, 2002

The Dream:

First piece, I am at an amusement park of some sort. I believe at least Andy is there, I can not place other people at the moment. All I know is that between us, we have 3 vehicles and we are trying to figure out how to get them all parked, as close to the front as possible without some of us or one of us walking a great distance to the front of the park. For some reason, I think there might be snow on the ground.

I believe I show up at an office I used to work at. I think I am meeting this guy - who is maybe a friend of mine? I am not too clear, but I haven't seen him in a little while. It is a little awkward for like a minute, then he starts to show me around at some of the changes that have taken place. Now I feel like I should know this place, because I think I used to work here but it looks like a big warehouse type of area, and we are walking through like service areas of the building. It is very dark and dingy - like a warehouse - HA! Ok, so there is an office tucked back here, that as I pass the door I see where my old desk used to be....it is mostly cleared off but I see two envelopes in my in-box that must have been sitting there since my last days of working there - or come in after I was gone. I go over to get them and they are both white envelopes, pretty thick and they have an emblem on them from either CIC or MMI - it was embossed, raised, and I know I have seen the symbol before but I can't quite remember where - I think it was CIC. Anyway, one is marked with my name on it and has personal and confidential written on it. The second just says personal across the face of it. For some reason, and I know this makes no sense but from looking at them I think they are from my mother's long time friend Arlene but there is no indication on the envelope of who sent them.

Anyway, this guy friend is taking me to meet somebody, maybe even his boss - or my old boss. I am getting ready to follow him onto this freight elevator, there is a girl running the elevator and she says do I know how to get on here. I am like well, yeah what is the big deal and so my friend gets on, and then the elevator starts to move and the doors drop down and I am like - whoa - what the, and the girl goes running past me as the elevator starts to go down, and she jumps onto a second floor of the elevator - and I am standing there thinking - Crap! Apparently I do not know how to use this elevator. I figure I will just take the stairs, I mean, its only one floor or something. 

In the meantime, I suddenly have to go to the bathroom or something, so I guess I decide to stop there first. As I walk in, I see that there are a bunch of women in here. I don't think too much of it and start looking for a stall. The weird part is that alot of the new clothes I just bought are hanging in one or maybe even many of the stalls - almost like I live here. I am just looking for a clean stall when I realize these girls are all talking about me and something I have done that was bad or wrong or something. The thing is, I hear them saying it, and I am thinking but I didn't do any of that. I think it had something to do with my friend in the elevator. These are all girls I used to work with before, so they know me, and they know him...and they should know better than to think I would have done whatever it is they think I have done - to be honest, I can't even say they mentioned what it was but they were pretty upset about it. Their response is that they want to destroy my clothes - my new clothes that I just bought. I am like, whatever! It isn't like I am attached to the clothes anyway, but how extremely disturbing is that? So they are literally fighting amongst themselves over how and how much to destroy these clothes...I am disgusted and I just leave. I know I had the thought that I just spent like $103 or something on these clothes and now they are just ruined! 

Anyway, I know at first my intention is to go find my friend and finish what I started but I think I decide to kind of wander away instead. I know I am outside and there are these two big dogs, like collies or something, laying down with a large, long haired black cat curled up at the front of the dog on the right. They look so cute together, all curled and calm. But the more significant thing about them is that they are street animals - feral, wild. Left uncared for on the street, they have bonded as friends, the three of them and learned to help care for each other. I think one of the dogs actually leans down and licks the cat as I am walking by. They look strong, but weary and kind of beat up from living so hard - and tired. I both admire them and feel sorry for them at the same time. I keep walking and it is definitely away from where I thought I was supposed to be when someone pulls up in a vehicle. I am not sure I see who is driving but they pull across in front of me - I know they are offering me a ride - I don't know if I take it or not.

Insights and Interpretations:

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June 24, 2002

The Dream:

I am at a very, very large house, like a mansion and it is ours. I have been playing basketball (showing off because I know John is watching). George Clooney is the only character I remember seeing that I know and he is playing basketball with us and alot of tall black men that I know are all ball players but I couldn't name them. I am on somebody's shoulders and others are as well and we are slam dunking the ball and playing very well. I am married to John now and taking care of the kids. They are small, one is a boy about 2 and the girl is about 5. The house has a very large master bedroom with a patio area, I keep trying to find an appropriate outfit because we are hosting a very large party. Jeanne has been helping me. I finally pull out this blue silver camisole to the ankle dress with a sheer blue silver outer dress and put it on. I look stunning. But twice I have to pull it off to get the black dress with the red flowers off of it and the blue dress with swirls somehow they keep ending up between the layers of the clothes. People are arriving and my sister Tanya and Andy are already down at the dock on the lake where I can hear music playing. More guests (mostly famous) are arriving. I walk around to the catering side where I notice the kids are near the road and crossing to pet the horse. I take off after them. They are all under 6 or 7 or so. 

I get there and am yelling at them. Some of the words are that I ask them to not cross the street, that they could play anywhere in the yard but not to cross the street because of traffic. They said they wanted to pet the horse and the "lady" said it was ok. I turned and glared at the "lady" - Jane Fonda who has her own kids with her. She is smirking at me. I tell her that the invitation said that children were welcome but that they must respect my rules and me by staying in the yard as I requested. She says, do you know who I am - very indignantly. And I say yes and I don't care who you are, I asked that this be done for the children's safety and if she wants to remain at my house she needs to respect my wishes. I have become very close to these children and don't want them hurt. I am livid with her. She backs down. I gather all the children, possibly 5 of them and herd them back across the street. I shake off the anger and go check on the kitchen. The caterers tell me all is going well but they just sent someone out for more food because they didn't think they would have enough, but now it looks like they will just make it. I can still hear the music from the water and I want to get to it and be with my friends but there are all these obstacles. 

As I walk through the house, I see John, perhaps the first time all day. he seems distracted and distant. I am filled with such a rush of love that I actually reverse direction and go over to him and put my arms around him. He seems surprised at first, then he kisses me. I have my face buried in his neck and we are so close you couldn't get a piece of paper between us. I tell him I love him, different ways but more than once. I lean back and look into his face - he knows, I know he knows, and I know he loves me but he can't say it, or doesn't say it. I know he thinks it! I tell him that at some point he really needs to be able to say it to me from his own lips, but I am very loving and gentle about the way I say this to him. We have been very successful together and acquired many things and I have taken over the children and their care. One may even be my own, but later it seems perhaps not. John holds something back from me, it wasn't always this way and I know when I am near him like this he doesn't want to withhold but feels he must. I encourage him to get out and mingle and to not be so stuck inside with his work.

Then I go off through the house. As I pass through, I find another obstacle. John and his ex-wife, Sue is following me. Sue is angry and tells me I really screwed up this time. I am clueless. She has mail. Junk mail mostly. That has my handwriting on it - return to sender. One I have dated 3-28. One was a piece of architecture plan or something that had her name on it and was returned but the dates were perhaps the 24th - 28th of June. It was for a seminar that I knew they were not attending so what was the big deal if they got it late or not. The date has already passed. She is still in our lives and I don't understand why she is here now. I returned the mail because I thought the post office would forward it to her and get her address changed to the correct address. She is very arrogant and criticizing. John says nothing. I have done nothing wrong. I explain myself and then take the junk mail and toss it in the trash. She tells me that John needs me to go with them to the bank. She is acting suspicious. I do whatever John ever asks me to do and if he needs me to go to the bank then I will go. We, three, and the two kids get in the car. John asks if I remember where the payroll office is and I say, yes sort of but it has been awhile since I was last there. 

I turn down a street and we see the bank on the other street one to our right and park so Sue and I and the kids can go into the bank (John waits in the car). We meet the bank manager and Sue does all the talking about "The papers" that John needs US to sign. I am feeling really bad - something is very wrong with this. The manager takes us to a private room and explains that he "shuffles" Johns money in a way so that John gets a better return on his investments. It sounds kind of fishy. It sounds wrong and it sounds illegal. He explains that John can't sign his own paperwork and that he needs me and Sue to sign the deposit slips. I get the impression that they are asking me to sign divorce papers as well, as if Sue and John have "used" me to gain personally. I keep thinking - but what about the children. I know that John knows that I am better with the kids than she is and she even says how she laughed when I yelled at the boy for crossing the street, as if he could really get hurt. She laughs at how ridiculous it all sounds. I know if I can win the children I can keep John. I turn to the little girl. She has been told that she is not doing well in math because she can not do simple arithmetic. I give her 2 plus 2 and she can't add it. She says I have to write it a different way. I don't understand her. Sue actually tries to help for a moment. So I ask the girl to show me and she writes it for me and it looks like an algebraic expression which I start to try to solve when Sue says - its correct, trust me I have checked her a thousand times and she is always right. I figure if this is true then she can do complicated problems but not simple math and they must not have taught her this in school. I figure we will let it go for now. I have swept one of the children into my lap and am holding them.

If given the choice, I believe the children would stay with me because Sue is so harsh. We turn back to the bank manager and he has the deposits all ready. I begin to cry. I don't understand how John could ask me to do something that feels so wrong. I ask if the deposit slips are right and he says yes, one is for $203 and it really has $203 in it. Then he shows me the reports he has fudged which reflect a very high interest rate and I see now how the money has been manipulated and how much trouble John is in. I cry harder. The bank manager insist I start signing, which I do. I keep repeating, but I am an accountant. As if to say, that I know how much trouble we will all get into. Sue is not signing anything. She is telling a story, flipping her really long blond hair around, and talking about the first time she went charging and how the bill came in and John never even said a word about it. I keep signing my name maiden name, and it is the same as my married name. At the end I look to the bank manger and I say why isn't she signing and he says - oh, she refused.

I jump to my feet and say that I am going to the authorities. This all so very wrong. He says I can't do that but I am not listening. I know I am in danger. I run from the office and am racing down the stairs. Sue and the manager are behind me. I hear the bank manager cock a gun. I can't see John out the front window but I know he is there. I hear the manager telling me to stop but I never even look back. I hear the gun fire as I get to the door and I fall to the floor. I have been shot in the right shoulder. Sue and the bank manager arrive at the same time John does and when he sees me, finally he speaks. He is kneeling next to me on the floor and he explains how he never thought it would go this far and in truth he had hoped it would all get better. Sue had been controlling him the entire time but until he thought he was actually going to loose me, he didn't have the strength to fight back. Now he does?

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June 19, 2002

The Dream:

I was curled up, resting my head on somebody's hip. I think we were having a conversation and I knew who it was in the dream. I don't remember anything else except I am pretty sure there was nothing sexual in the dream just a comfortable kind of connecting.

I am in some kind of store front, no idea what kind. The girl is talking about this guy who used to come in all the time and make the staff laugh, named "John" and that she hadn't seen him in weeks. I am kind of laughing and say, yeah I know I am the one who brought him in here the first time. But basically, don't feel like the lone ranger, I haven't seen him in weeks either. Then I get kind of irritated, thinking - why haven't I seen him in weeks... shouldn't he call me or something, then I think maybe I should call him, but I never quite make a decision about it.

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June 14, 2002

The Dream:

Chantal is talking about when her water broke. She said she stepped out the front door with a cup of coffee to enjoy it on the porch and her water broke. Immediately, she thought, where is my mother? Shouldn't she already be out on the porch having her coffee? Apparently, her mother had chosen this day to have a late night and sleep in so Chani had to go wake her to take her to the hospital for delivery.

There are 5 of us girls in a tent watching the guys outside. One of them is Angelina Jolie and I feel so teen-ager-ish. We are joking around about the guys but I don't really remember much of what was being said. There was a guy who looked like Johnny Depp or Keanu Reaves. Longish dark hair that we were eyeballing. I notice I am having a problem with my left knee and when I look at it I realize it is very swollen and stiff. It looks bad and I can't really bend it. My "Father" comes to look at it, maybe he is a doctor. I remember jumping around on my right leg and I think I might have been chasing someone at some point. Its very awkward to get around, but I seem to be doing ok. My brother is going to drive me somewhere and my sister (Linda) hops into the front passenger seat. I am all shitty and I tell her I am riding in the front and that I would be driving if it weren't for my knee especially as I prefer to drive anyway.

We are in a record shop or music store. Angelina is behind me, several feet from the crowd. She seems disgruntled. The Johnny Depp character is in front of me and he seems to be giving a tour - talking to a group of us. I am on the fringe of the group. There is a blond girl talking and she says something that is really funny but I don't get the words now. Something to the gist of she can't get anybody's attention because of first this bimbo (Angelina) and now a boring lecturer (Johnny) and she is trying to get Johnny's attention. It seems ironic is all. I don't think Jolie was fitting the bimbo image nor did I think Johnny was boring either. Still humorous though.

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June 01, 2002

So the first piece I can remember is being at a store, possibly in the deli section and I am on one side of the counter and I think Andy is giving me meat or something from the other side as if he is waiting on me. I have agreed to take on another job. It is cleaning (as if!). Anyway, the manager of the store comes in and says, do you have paper towels because the job requires that you supply your own and I said yes, but they told me you would supply the trash bags and she is all like, yes I will. Then I go to where I am supposed to clean.

It is 4 guys apartment. Ben Afleck and Matt Damon, and I believe Chris Moore and one other guy lives there. I walk in and the place is this big hardwood floor apartment, not like one you would see in Indy, unless it was an old house that had been converted to apartments. Anyway, I know that I work with Ben someplace else (one of my other jobs) and I took this job because I knew I would be cleaning their apartment and that they all lived together - and I took it why? That is my question, I don't know if I did so intentionally to get closer to them for some reason or what. All I know is that Ben is surprised to see me because he didn't know I was the new cleaning lady...and that I acted all surprised as if I didn't realize that it was his apartment I was going to clean.

Oh, yeah and there was a really big section about this old hippie house where apparently it was a bed and breakfast set up. I am staying there but when I go to pull my car around, I have to park way down the street because they have some sort of dead head festival going on and it is blocking the whole street. Then I cut through the house, which is packed, and I am thinking how lucky I was to even get a room because normally they are dead but for some reason they have all these guests...then I get into this big hot air balloon, multi-colored and apparently part of the festivities. I am flying pretty high but I keep dropping into these phone and electric lines. I keep thinking that if I keep flying into these lines it is going to bust a hole in the balloon and all hell is going to break loose. I start out way in the boonies where the guest house is and end up in some industrial sector with really heavy electrical lines. I don't see how I am going to make it through with out ditching this big balloon.

I think there was a small section about a drive through restaurant too - like White Castle. I can't remember much of anything on that piece.

Insights and Interpretations:

Well, what? That is the dream for what it is worth. I do try to remember dreams with these guys (Matt and Ben) as much as possible because I don't know why they show up in my dreams so much. I mean, I can't figure out what they are supposed to represent. All I know is if I ever meet them in real life I will be extremely surprised if I don't seem familiar to them because it will probably feel to me like I have know them half of my life.

The most interesting piece to me is the balloon scenario and the flying into communication and power lines....interesting, eh? And if I don't keep what I am flying under control all hell could break loose. Wish I knew what that meant. And here I am with jobs that make me talk all the time, not to mention all the dream stuff which is nothing but communication to the higher self (or from it). Whatever! I am more confused than fused lately so I guess this dream only helps to illustrate that somewhat.

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June 04, 2002

I am in a training class for real estate. It would seem that these people were all newcomers to the realm of real estate, however I am there and I am not new so I am kind of thinking that this might just be a refresher class. Our task is to complete a contract, which of course I have done many a times. The students just do as they are told and complete the contract, however, as I am completing the contract, I realize that the commission rate is lower than is customary in the field. So, I take it upon myself to write a higher, and much more reasonable commission rate. At the end of the class, I hand in my offer just like all the other students but I walk away amused, knowing that we will be graded on the paper and knowing I was most likely the only one to give myself a raise in the process. 

Insights and Interpretations:

 Outside the dream, I think this is another highly amusing scenario. Does it say I value myself too much or that I am worth what I value myself for? I would say that I am worth what ever value I am placing since I didn't go above the reasonable and customary, I simply chose not to be discounted. I think that in itself says alot.

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June 17, 2002

The Dream:

There is a sign at the Starbucks that says they are now hiring at $25.75 per hour. Plus I get a free pound of coffee each week and all the mocha's I can drink. I am thinking, that is great! I only have to work like 10 hours a week - that's all. Why isn't everyone working here?

Insights and Interpretations:

I am obviously living in some kind of fantasy land...as if!!!

The value of something here that is not normally held at so high a value is all I am picking up...I was talking to Starbucks about going to work there because of my fascination and adoration of coffee, however, I can't justify taking more hours out of my day when I work so many different jobs already. The free coffee is real though, they told me so...the pay, well, not quite that high - I wish.

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June 18, 2002

The Dream:

I was in bed and Andy like kissed me good morning or night or something. No biggie. Then my sister Linda walks in, and Andy goes over and kisses her...not realizing how natural it came to him, or that I was still there (clear and present danger). I was like, what the f*@*@**!!K. I got out of bed and snatched up my towel and my pillow and as I passed him I was like F***cker. Then I left and went to a different bedroom which was my mothers and there was an ashtray with two cigarette butts in it, and I was like - who has been smoking in my moms room. That's not cool, since my mom doesn't smoke. And, I was reflecting on this whole Andy kissing my sister thing, and I was irritated because he did it right in front of me but it was obvious that they had something going on and it had been for some time now and I wasn't even so much upset, just irritated. Mostly I think because they did it right in front of me. Whatever, I am over it now. I kicked him three times before I got out of bed this morning. He's gonna bruise! hahahahahah

Insights and Interpretations:

I am kidding. What does this mean, well, there could be alot of subtleties involved here...first of all, he picked the wrong sister, not even the one that he would normally be attracted to. Second, I don't think there was any sex going on which means it is mostly on a friendly "kissing" bases. And, Linda is the Jesus recruiter. No offense to her or Jesus, that's just what she does.

Bed, a resting place, thinking, sleeping, dreaming. Kiss??? coming together with another, a concept or idea, to touch something not quite of the same...maybe even communications of sorts because of the function of
the lips. Andy is the boyfriend, lover, brother, friend... Linda is the female of that, not the lover part, but friend, sister, religious or savior female perhaps. Maybe this is repressed emotions regarding someone I feel is with the wrong person, maybe I think Andy is with the wrong person...but then I would think I would pick another girl than my sister. So I take my towel and pillow, blanket, something for my head and my body to cover and to comfort and leave (cursing) ... bedroom, another dream sanctuary, and my mothers, who is dead, so in a sense it is not of this world, otherworldly or even psychic or just of the dreamtime possibly, and some one has been smoking...spirit lingers, two - or couple - hmm, finished product almost, since the butts are all that is left, essentially someone has finished them.

It's not cool because my mom doesn't smoke, but then I think I kind of know that this isn't really a big deal, but I am not sure what it all means.... mom not smoking, almost makes it seem like she isn't of spirit... maybe it is a dichotomy to express half in spirit and half in physical terms, which would kind of make since if it is pointing a direction... almost like I am seeing something and then irritated because I am seeing it, but it isn't as though I am not expecting to see this or even that I don't know about it...perhaps I am in denial. Well, there you go. I am in denial. Think I will go back to work now.

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