@rat1
I think you have discovered the tenth circle of hell.
@rat1
I think you have discovered the tenth circle of hell.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I had a dream, I wrote a poem. I think it was my dead ex but not sure. The lawyer from his estate left me a message. I have to call.
In a dream, last night he came to me.
He showed me the reasons, it could never be.
He showed me the source of all my confusion.
Told me I’m glamoured by another illusion.
Still don’t lose your strength, he said to me.
That’s the only solution you’ll ever need.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Yesterday I had a dream some people put me in jail. Help me out forum.
Not yet...Originally Posted by Aylen
I had a dream that I didn't remember of until I got nearly the same dream.
I remembered that I had dreamed of me defending a place/castle/call it anything, and that I was behind a wall with a weapon, and I needed to defend it, it was my job. When I saw the titans (which were attacking) I just ran to save my life and I was fucking scared. But I didn't recall that dream when I woke up when I did it. I just recalled it when I did nearly the same dream.
Except this time, I felt fine defending the place and dying for defending it. So I saw that titan, fired at him, then got smashed by the foot of another titan. I felt alright, like it was meant to happen and I didn't give a shit. Then I had this omniscient view of the place and one person talked to me : "No, no, the titans are not that fast, they are slow"
So I got back to my previous position, before the titans attack, and I saw them and they seemed so freaking slow and like shitty and gave me no fear or anything. Then I continued, looked at them, and escaped easily without dying (usually, when I escape anything in my dreams I freak out and end up being eaten).
When I woke up I felt fucking grandiose and so confident, like what the fuss is about.
It's like, sometimes stuff happens, it dictates my day and I don't even try to stop it, I just let it dictate my day. And also this dream was fucking weird
I just had strange dream about this forum. I was in a huge mansion and many forum members were there. Most clearly I remember my dead ex and everything was chaotic. He and I connected in a loving way at first but he kept following @rat1 and me around. Rat and I got tired and we wanted to take a nap alone but my ex laid down on a mattress next to us. I felt like he was agitated at me for causing drama. I told him I loved him but I really felt weird letting him see rat and I next to each other in bed. I asked him to leave and that I was sorry how it ended. At that point I knew he was a ghost and he became more translucent. I still felt he was agitated and was trying to protect me from something because he stayed in the shadows the rest of the dream.
I was getting ready to hang with some forum members but I didn't know what to wear. @chriscorey pops into the room and makes sarcastic clothing tips and we laugh.She hands me a pair of jeans. @Kim and @bgoat were there, sitting on a couch, on the periphery not wanting to get caught up in the drama. Kill4 is sending me taunting messages throughout and I respond in kind. They grow steadily more aggressive. Rat say's let it go then I am topless trying to keep a pink feather covering myself but @woofwoof and @McBain walk in and start joking and laughing. They are teasing me about not being able to cover completely with the boa. They each grab an end and pull it away telling me to just wear nothing. I know they mean no harm but I pull my hair to the front to cover myself. Oh and McBain is wearing a t-shirt that has, "Ni Dom in huge letters on it.
I walk up some stairs and @lungs is walking down them laughing. She is wearing red lingerie... I ask her what is going on and she says, lingerie party for women only upstairs. I tell her I want to shower. She says have fun, smiles and bounces down the stairs. I reach the top of the stairs and it is all red and there are red satin sheets and it look like a cheesy porn set except for some pink candles burning softly. That gives it an innocent feel. Several forum women are standing around looking at sex toys. Sitting in the middle of the bed is my dead aunt. She tells me to join the Amazon's party. I tell her no I want a shower. She follows me into the bathroom and wants to make my water too hot. We disagree and I push her away and run downstairs.
There is a beautiful black cat with green eyes staring at me. @pumainfp There is a toy on the floor and I swear it looked like @Reficulris giraffe avatar. Chriscorey and Rat tell me the feds are tearing the place apart looking for priceless art they believe is stolen. We walk to the doorway as they start scanning my art to see where it originated. I am about to tell them it isn't stolen; that it was passed down from my family... Chris says," I wouldn't do that if I were you". Rat takes my arm and says come with me I don't want you arrested for this but I tell him that I don't want to lose all my art. He says just create more and laughs. The cat strolls between us on the way into the room where the feds are and stands next to Chris they both motion for me to leave. And then @Absurd is standing there shaking his head like he isn't surprised one bit by all this and I think out loud,"he is such a Cheshire cat". That's when I woke up. There was more to it but memory faded.
Edit I almost forgot, @kadda1212 was there and I remember it was a nice interaction and a brief acknowledgement between us. We showed each other respect. And @InvisibleJim too, same thing, respect.
Last edited by Aylen; 03-06-2014 at 04:36 PM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Haha.Your psyche's interpretation of my persona(when around people I'm familiar with) is right on.
Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!
-Raskolnikov
WTF, Aylen...Could it be you watch too much porn???!!! All those sex fantasies... Freud would be happy.
Anyway, how did you know it was me? I think, it's cute you dream about me.
You looked just like your profile pic. some people looked like their avatars and others looked like their pics. @InvisibleJim looked like his avatar. hehehWTF, Aylen...
Anyway, how did you know it was me? I think, it's cute you dream about me.
About the sex...I am an observer and I also sense it very strongly between certain people on this site, in the way that the interact with each other. I just pick up on those things. This site is a big fuckfest. hah The flirting is sometimes so subtle between certain people that it is easy to miss and then other people seem to exude sexual energy in their posts. Oh and I just now remembered it was @truck who handed me the pink feather boa to cover myself... I knew it was him when I woke up too but for some reason I forgot while typing it out. @rat1 do you remember what I told you about the pink boa and that Truck reminds me of my family member, who wanted one for his birthday?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Haha. I mean, my profile pic is also me. Took that pic just a few days ago at carnival. Hence the cat hat...cap, whatever.You looked just like your profile pic. some people looked like their avatars and others looked like their pics. @InvisibleJim looked like his avatar. heheh
About the sex...I am an observer and I also sense it very strongly between certain people on this site, in the way that the interact with each other. I just pick up on those things. This site is a big fuckfest. hah The flirting is sometimes so subtle between certain people that it is easy to miss and then other people seem to exude sexual energy in their posts. Oh and I just now remembered it was @truck who handed me the pink feather boa to cover myself... I knew it was him when I woke up too but for some reason I forgot while typing it out. @rat1 do you remember what I told you about the pink boa and that Truck reminds me of my family member, who wanted one for his birthday?
Concerning flirting on forums: it's weird. Last time it happened to me, the guy revealed his undying love for me and thought I was some guardian angel of his or his goddess. Not sure. I was part of his own made up religion. Kind of bothered me. I'm a mere human being with flaws. But that happened on Personalitycafe, not here.
Good God. I apologize... I must have been creepy as all hell to look at.You looked just like your profile pic. some people looked like their avatars and others looked like their pics. @InvisibleJim looked like his avatar. heheh
About the sex...I am an observer and I also sense it very strongly between certain people on this site, in the way that the interact with each other. I just pick up on those things. This site is a big fuckfest. hah The flirting is sometimes so subtle between certain people that it is easy to miss and then other people seem to exude sexual energy in their posts. Oh and I just now remembered it was @truck who handed me the pink feather boa to cover myself... I knew it was him when I woke up too but for some reason I forgot while typing it out. @rat1 do you remember what I told you about the pink boa and that Truck reminds me of my family member, who wanted one for his birthday?
Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!
-Raskolnikov
Plus I see a lot of strong women here and my aunt taught me to be an "Amazon" so I see how it all connects to past and recent events.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I must admit I first thought you meant a party organized by the Amazon service. Some online shopping party.
I remember it differently! The baby-giraffe plushe definately was in the upstairs room with the Amazon lingery party! (that's what I was dreaming tonight! and oh boy did I get cuddled!)
Haha you may be right! Now that I think back. hmmm let's say yes.I remember it differently! The baby-giraffe plushe definately was in the upstairs room with the Amazon lingery party! (that's what I was dreaming tonight! and oh boy did I get cuddled!)
@chriscorey
You actually took the form of an Amazon type woman. You and rat were both protective of me in the dream but you weren't all gentle or mushy. You were kind of, "matter of fact" but funny too.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Is chriscorey down to earth like crazie rat (in your dream), as well?
Yep, I guess she was but she was funny too, in a no nonsense kind of way.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Last night's dream:
I was in a courthouse completely naked but I was covered by gold and bronze body paint. My eyes were electric blue. I parked my car to get some official paper. It was a huge building with several parking lots. An older black woman told me she would take me to the right entrance. I followed her and she helped me get where I was going. Then she was gone.
I have my papers and I decide to stop in and see the judge who was my keeper for the past couple of years but when I got outside his courtroom I got nervous. I could hear him talking with a clerk. He was walking out the door and i wanted to hide so I ran to the bathroom. There was a woman who was blocking me from getting in. She had a group of people around her holding up their coats to hide what she was doing. The judge was coming my way so I just went down on my knees and put my head down and covered my face. He walked past me.
I knew I had to get out of there so I ran for a door. There was a different black woman there. She asked if I knew where I was going and I realized I had no idea where my car was. She walked me down an alley that looked familiar. Her car was there and it looked like mine was too but when i got up close it was a different model. She asked if I was ok but I wasn't... I told her I was fine and that I found my car. I don't know why but I didn't want her to worry about me when she had something she had to get done herself. I watched her drive away and I felt nervous. I didn't even know where to begin to look for my car.
I am walking down some stairs in an alley. There are two small chihuahuas on leashes but they are trying to bite at me. One is deformed and the other just looks crazy. I manage to pass them without getting bit. They are still yapping as a make my way down the alley. I see a bunch of cats blocking my way and they all had various forms of deformities. It was pretty bad. I had to go through them. I had no choice since they blocked the whole path. I was able to maneuver through them without getting scratched but they were hissing and trying to scratch me the whole time.
Then I was in an open parking lot and freaking out. That is when I said, "this is all a dream so wake up!" I woke up.
I was painted up like Mystique except switch my body color to the color of her eyes and my eyes the color of her body. I also have red hair. I looked more luminescent and my skin was smooth but this gives and idea of how I look.
Last edited by Aylen; 03-17-2014 at 11:46 PM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Oh my.
Wow, I actually felt anxiety, and a bit of fear after waking from my dream. I rarely feel fear from dreams anymore, and there were no monsters or anything, but there were two strange men hiding in my house, and I knew they were there as I walked in the door. I felt their intentions toward me were not "good". The imagery was pretty intense, and I do not really feel like sharing it here, but it is something I definitely need to look at because it feels unfinished. In the dream I felt very misunderstood, and that the people were not seeing me as I am, which is imagery of others having their own perspective of me, and it being so far off from what I am really doing. Anyway, on top of that dream something feels missing, and it is hard to explain. Something that has been with me ALWAYS is gone, and I am not quite sure how to proceed at the moment. This is a time of great change.
I think I may do a dream blog post of my greatest (dream) hits.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Oh, I see...
I dreamed last night that I was handling and hand-crafting lightening bolts. Almost as a scene from Greek mythology. The place was semi-dark and filled with fog and of predominantly dark blue hues. I remember I was trying to be very careful with how I would handle the lightening or what would follow were mild shocks that were unpleasant and startling but did me no harm. The fog was interfering with me seeing the bolts clearly, even though they had a distinct glow, and I accidentally dropped one. As I reached out to find it, it sunk through the floor and I remember feeling worried about where it might fall. Don't remember the rest of the dream, there was more to it but my memory is too hazy now.
I did have a dream a while back in which I was in high school and had hired female prostitutes who came one by one to cuddle in my bed but b/c they were so beautiful and I felt so deformed I was too self-conscious to talk to or touch them.
Then one came that was just really cool and fun who I could just be myself with without problems and then I realized that she was ILE and I got super super excited to do these things with her that I always do alone like go to the bakery and pick out my favorite pastries and eat them together. Suddenly, I felt like I didn't have to be lonely for the rest of my life. I just had to figure out how to sneak her past my parents.
^ it was a completely disturbing dream lol. i was on melatonin though... i always get weird dreams when i take those supplements to sleep.
I often dream that my teeth fall out, or I start bleeding badly at a really inconvenient moment.
From dream moods:
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I've never really interpreted dreams. I always thought they were subconscious fears that were manifesting in weird ways.
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Dual type(as per tcaudilllg)
Enneagram 5 (wings either 4 or 6)?
I'm constantly looking to align the real with the ideal.I've been more oriented toward being overly idealistic by expecting the real to match the ideal. My thinking side is dominent. The result is that sometimes I can be overly impersonal or self-centered in my approach, not being understanding of others in the process and simply thinking "you should do this" or "everyone should follor this rule"..."regardless of how they feel or where they're coming from"which just isn't a good attitude to have. It is a way, though, to give oneself an artificial sense of self-justification. LSE
Best description of functions:
http://socionicsstudy.blogspot.com/2...functions.html
This dream HAS to be a past life. Too much continuity and clarity.
I dreamt I was the wife of a king/chief. I had long dark hair, and we appeared to be somewhere in the South Pacific islands. I think it was Polynesia. He also had other wives too, and he was very cruel. I remember I was like his main wife. He sort of kidnapped another woman who was not from our island, and made her his wife too. The woman already had a husband, and he was very sad about it, but there was nothing he could do because the king had chosen her. I was not happy about this, and I wanted him to stop.
He got angry at me, and told me that women were not his equal then he started ripping my clothes off, and was very intimately aggressive. Then he pushed me to the floor and told me to clean up since that was what women were good for. Before that there had been some kind of celebration because the king had conquered more land and had expanded his kingdom. This dream was very real.
Then I woke up and fell back to sleep, and I dreamt my dad was still alive. For some reason in the dream I had wished my mom had died first, and then my dad was there telling me that my mom had died first, and I was overwhelmed by sadness. I wanted to take it back, and have my dad die first again, but it was too late. It was good to see my dad though.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I had a dream last night that I was in Mexico with my ex (the dead one) visiting his family. In real life he was an only child, in the dream he had a huge Mexican family and some of them were judging me harshly while others were taking my side and trying to protect me from the others. My ex says he has to go to a third world country and he would be there for awhile and he wanted me to stay with his family where I would be safe, so I couldn't go with him
There was an aggressive uncle who demanded I get in this minivan with a bunch of other family members 'cause we had to go pick up someone in the hospital. A bunch of stuff happened in the hospital that I don't remember. When we checked the person out of the hospital we all loaded back into the van and they told me to sit on the smallest seat because I was the smallest. I could barely sit on the tiny little bench he told me to get on. A nice sister moved over and let me share her seat. The uncle says one more stop and they take me to the airport. Uncle says get out and look in that car. I get out and open the door and my ex is sitting there with a blonde. they have suitcases. I say, so this is why I couldn't go, fuck you and I walk away. He runs after me trying to explain but I won't listen. I say I'm done.
Then I am back at the family house and I feel angry and of course all of sudden I am standing there naked, again, a lot of my dreams I am naked lately. A cousin who was about 18, hands me my phone, apparently I had dropped it at the scene of the crime. He puts a blanket around me and says, you'll be ok. He had a beautiful face and smile. I said I know. My anger is gone and I wake up.
My ex was not Mexican, btw.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I just woke up from a crazy dream. I was creating a new post and I copied an image from another website to paste into my post, in random thoughts. I pasted the image in, or so I thought, and clicked "post quick reply". Then I realized I had copied and pasted some of the lewdest, most vulgar and violent images I could imagine. I tried to hit edit but I was logged out and couldn't get back into the forum. It kept saying wrong password. I enlisted the help of various people to help me get into the site before anyone saw my post. The dream seemed to last hours but in reality in was probably a few minutes on and off. I woke up twice during thinking I had to delete the post only to realize I was still sleeping. I told myself in the dream, "you're dreaming, don't worry about it." Finally this kid in my neighborhood hacks into the site and we are about to delete my post but I see that a bunch of new forum members (who don't exist on the forum, yet) had liked my post and had made comments supporting my post. I still found my post offensive and wanted to delete it but I was torn over doing that and alienating the new people who were being supportive and encouraging me to be outspoken. I decided to leave the post and be more careful when posting in the future.
Last edited by Aylen; 04-06-2014 at 10:09 PM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Heheh, I read some article on dreams - death dreams. I thought I am going to die laughing instantly after reading the header and subheader:
Do dreams of death mean I am going to die?
Question: My husband keeps dreaming that he’s going to die. The dreams are the same and quite detailed. Does this mean it’s going to happen? He’s seriously freaked out.
i had dream once were i was fucking a dude in the ass do you think im gay like even if its just a dream wouldnt i carry over some off my personality and be like wtf this doesnt turn me on
haha I have gay dreams all the time. Everyone I know who is gay said they knew it from a very young age. Maybe you are bi-curious? Like most the people on the planet. Doesn't mean you have to act on it. It's a choice if you are not born that way.
Edit: Every straight guy I know has admitted to thinking about it at one point. Most of them are put off by the idea when they are, ahem, thinking clearly. My ex was curious but he said he would never do anything about it because it would make him feel wrong inside if he did.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
welp i have always wanted to suck off the hulk
Hah, well there you go... If you happen to meet the hulk then... you aren't talking about the wrestler are you? I have been on the same flight with him a couple times, he is not my type. He was in first class and I passed him on my way to coach.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Just write that he is a nonce. Problem solved.
Spinosaurus.
I had to look that up.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
i ran away from home and came to a shack at the end of the road i live on with the door slightly open and because its a dream i yolo swag and walk in anyways there is a beautiful Mexican lady with a really thick braid going down all the way to in between her ass cheeks bending behind a tv in a tv stand plopped in the middle of the room once she notices me staring at her i explain my situation and she agrees to let me stay but if i touch the door knob very very bad things will happen (funny thing she didnt mean the doorknob on the door it didnt have one it opened and closed like those doors in saloons in the wild west) anyways as im exploring the house naturally the thought that i could get sum comes to mind but before i could do anything about that my boner starts too grow and it get to the point where its is so hard and full down there i have to walk on my tip toes now this happened in the middle of the night so im not sure what proceeded or if anything did
now the dream i had experienced before waking up was very strange i remember it first starting in a tennis/basketball court area and im playing bball when a car crashes trough one of the fence and guys start firing automatic guns everywhere (mostly at people) so we start to run towards a fence and i jump over it like fucking superman the entire 11-12 feet in a single floaty bound but i stay levitating in the air now at this point the guys with the guns are on the other side of the courts firing off shots towards me and the others running in my direction but there is a little decline like a retaining wall to take cover from the bullets with and im just thinking why cant i get down (stop fucking levitating) while getting to my car finally once i get to my car not exactly sure how i got down i get in it and tried driving off then another weird thing happened that im not sure how happened i end up crashing into the retaining wall pretty badly and i get stuck in my car while the bad guys are driving towards i duck down and hide but they find me and shoot me but something interesting happens i dont die i just take a ghostly form along with all the other victims and we crowd around our dead bodies the bad dudes had so kindly left one of their own to organize and watch over anyways im just following this guy around for the next minute or so haunting him so to speak yelling vulgar shit at him when suddenly he says looks like im gunna have to kill one of the them and by that he meant one of three very young (like 5 years old) triplets that were still alive laying down with the rest of our dead bodies and all the other ghost tackle him and i wrestle the gun from him and attempt to shoot him in the face but it wasnt loaded while all this is happening my vision is slowly becoming redder like my time in this ghost form is running out and when i realize the the gun wasnt loaded my time runs out but again instead of dying i wake up in that house
I dreamt I was doing laundry and rearranging furniture. I opened the washer to look inside and a small black furry creature (I thought it was a rat at first) bit down on my hand. In the dream I had been talking to someone about a mink coat (don't know why) so I decided it was a mink in my washer because it didn't look like a rat. I also remember a long black leather coat that was shredded. As I woke up I was trying to get this thing off my hand without tearing my skin but it was working it's way up my arm as a was waking. I couldn't go back to sleep because I was afraid I would return to the same point in my dream.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
most of my dreams are creepy. babies falling off tall buildings and dying, saying cryptic/creepy stuff. An interesting dream I recently had was I was in some sort of hotel room only most of the floor was missing and you had to like make sure you didn't fall through the gaps or you'd fall to your death, but everybody was just like sitting around talking like it was nothing lol.
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