computerhxr
Village Idiot
I have been trying to analyze my dreams to have a conscious understanding of what my subconscious is communicating to me.
Well, last night I had a dream and it went like this...
It started out with a few friends who I have never met before, waiting in line to enter an outdoor concert. This place had a security checkpoint where you had to enter a code into a tiny keypad before walking through the metal detector. The keypad was above eye-level and they tiny keys were difficult to read.
One of my friends had purchased the ticket so I had no idea what code I was supposed to enter. I asked the help, but they didn't bother to respond. I thought I overheard that you could enter a phone number so I entered that the best that I could. It was a struggle to enter it because of the keypad and setup. At this point, one of my friends who had already passed the security checkpoint handed a receipt through the metal detector doorway which had the credit card number that I needed.
Since the phone number failed, the security had already sent me to another security area where I had to answer a few questions. The first was, "what is your favorite day of the month." I'm like... "I don't know." So then they ask the second question, "what do you like most about August?" And then I go on to tell them that I don't know and the questions are stupid. I tell them that I have a receipt with the number that I need. They just take notes and ask the third and final question. "What year is it?" Easy enough, it's 2015.
Then I'm sent to yet another security area. At this point I'm realizing that no one that works here is competent and I'm just being moved around. I start wondering why I don't just walk through security and act like I'm already approved to enter the concert since I'm sure no one would stop me. But, I continue to follow their instructions and I head over to the next area.
There was a doorway next to a window. I wasn't sure exactly who I needed to talk to so I started talking to the guy behind the window. There were some manikins setup with apparel on them so I asked about them. The guy said that they were just clothes that they sell and not to worry about it. This was the only person working there that seemed to have any competence. On a side note, he looked a lot like Simon Pegg (Hot Fuzz).
Anyways... He reviewed my answers and said that no one has ever told them their questions are stupid before. I told them they are, and anyone who tells you that their favorite thing about the month of August is probably a liar. He agreed, and we started walking over to another security area.
As we were walking, I noticed that there were several people shackled to their workstations, and they were manufacturing clothing. I thought this was strange but I didn't want to get lost so I continued following and making my way to the next security area.
I remember this area from earlier because I had made a full loop back to an area directly adjacent to the first checkpoint. There was a bar with maybe 20 people standing in a row, and a gate. Through the gate was a raised stage, with a few judges behind their desk. The guy from the last checkpoint was talking to a judge, I assume pleading my case.
There were two girls standing next to me, who were having fun and didn't really give a shit about the situation. They noticed a black dude at the end of the rail who wasn't wearing a shirt. Making fun of him about how he was the only guy not wearing a shirt. As if it was a typical thing a black person would do.
There was a large window that ran across the wall, so you could see the crowd of people dancing. There were two more security guards who were dancing their asses off for attention. I think back about how easily I could have slipped through instead of dealing with the bullshit. I look back and the guy is no longer talking to the judge.
I realized that it was likely that I would end up in bondage, working in their sweatshop. I start to wonder if it was all just a brilliant ploy by the people running the place.
At this point, I decide that I don't really give a shit anymore. The woman next to me wanted attention, so I started chatting with them. As I was chatting, I slip and step on a small dog that belonged to one of the women. One of them started to show me a footprint shaped bruise on their ass. I comment about how you could see the toes in the bruise and we all laughed...
Then I woke up.
Now, onto the analysis...
To give this a little context. Right before I went to sleep, I was wondering if I could feel my brain. I have heard that you can't. I had started jogging and I started to feel a pressure on the lower part of my brain. Looking at a diagram, it feels like the pressure is coming from the pituitary gland, or somewhere nearby. I think that this is somehow related to the dream because it was a very abnormal dream for me.
1. There were several checkpoints, and mostly incompetent staff, all just to get into a concert. This is a reflection of how I feel about government. As an INTP, I don't like authority because in cases like this, it's just stupid bull-crap. There was no point to it, and it was a huge waste of time.
2. Simon Pegg (Hot Fuzz) was the only competent employee there. I think this was an ironic joke on authority.
3. I normally don't interact with many people, if any in most of my dreams. There were thousands of people here. I'm wondering how I could even imagine so many people at once. Everything was vivid and there was a lot going on that I wasn't a part of.
4. The women were very social, and technically if it's created in my head, then I could take on a social personality. I realized this as I was dreaming which was why I decided to chat them up. Also, I was thinking a bit ahead because my friends would be waiting for me and I wanted to show up with a couple girls. Plus, I wanted to use them as a pivot to attract more women later.
I think that this has to do with the part of my brain that I am feeling the pressure. It's the part of the brain that extraverts use. I'm going to do some research to see what I can find out about this area of the brain but I do think that it's related.
5. The sweatshop was a representation of how government is binding, and not free. Governance is the antitheses to freedom.
Now you're probably thinking... Oh this guy hates the government! Kinda true I guess, I have disdain for the corruption of the system, and the ignorance of the people. However, I think that this is more of the general form of government, and more of a reflection of self-government.
Let me explain... As an introvert, I have an internal narrative, instead of an external narrative. I talk things out in my head instead of talking to people around me. Being introverted is a form of self-control or governance. My authentic self is imprisoned by my extreme introversion. And it's true, I feel that my introversion holds me back and I try very hard to change that.
6. The simple questions that I could not answer was a test. It was to show me that people are simple, and extroverted communication needs to be simple. Most people are simple and just comment on things that I would ponder. When I started making simple comments, I was being social. Very much the opposite of my personality.
In summation, I think that my recent exercise has activated the lower part of my brain. It is stronger part of my subconscious, and probably means I'm going to become more outgoing and social. Being social is more strategic than natural for me, but I feel that exercise is changing that.
I responded to an earlier thread about INTPs and exercise (specifically lifting weights). I work from home so it's great for my introverted side and lead a general sedentary lifestyle. When I have a strong interest, I stop exercising altogether. I have to force myself to exercise because I know it's good for my health.
So is being an INTP a discursive phenomenon? Are we more introverted because out personalities encourage introversion?
My opinion is that extraverts should be more introverted. That also means introverts should be more extraverted. Why do many INTPs avoid extraversion, and why do extraverts avoid introversion?
Also, as a note, I'm using the word Extraversion as a cognitive process. In my opinion, you can have introverted-extraversion, meaning you can think through extroversion without being extroverted. Then I use Extroversion to mean you are being outgoing and expressing yourself externally.
Well, last night I had a dream and it went like this...
It started out with a few friends who I have never met before, waiting in line to enter an outdoor concert. This place had a security checkpoint where you had to enter a code into a tiny keypad before walking through the metal detector. The keypad was above eye-level and they tiny keys were difficult to read.
One of my friends had purchased the ticket so I had no idea what code I was supposed to enter. I asked the help, but they didn't bother to respond. I thought I overheard that you could enter a phone number so I entered that the best that I could. It was a struggle to enter it because of the keypad and setup. At this point, one of my friends who had already passed the security checkpoint handed a receipt through the metal detector doorway which had the credit card number that I needed.
Since the phone number failed, the security had already sent me to another security area where I had to answer a few questions. The first was, "what is your favorite day of the month." I'm like... "I don't know." So then they ask the second question, "what do you like most about August?" And then I go on to tell them that I don't know and the questions are stupid. I tell them that I have a receipt with the number that I need. They just take notes and ask the third and final question. "What year is it?" Easy enough, it's 2015.
Then I'm sent to yet another security area. At this point I'm realizing that no one that works here is competent and I'm just being moved around. I start wondering why I don't just walk through security and act like I'm already approved to enter the concert since I'm sure no one would stop me. But, I continue to follow their instructions and I head over to the next area.
There was a doorway next to a window. I wasn't sure exactly who I needed to talk to so I started talking to the guy behind the window. There were some manikins setup with apparel on them so I asked about them. The guy said that they were just clothes that they sell and not to worry about it. This was the only person working there that seemed to have any competence. On a side note, he looked a lot like Simon Pegg (Hot Fuzz).
Anyways... He reviewed my answers and said that no one has ever told them their questions are stupid before. I told them they are, and anyone who tells you that their favorite thing about the month of August is probably a liar. He agreed, and we started walking over to another security area.
As we were walking, I noticed that there were several people shackled to their workstations, and they were manufacturing clothing. I thought this was strange but I didn't want to get lost so I continued following and making my way to the next security area.
I remember this area from earlier because I had made a full loop back to an area directly adjacent to the first checkpoint. There was a bar with maybe 20 people standing in a row, and a gate. Through the gate was a raised stage, with a few judges behind their desk. The guy from the last checkpoint was talking to a judge, I assume pleading my case.
There were two girls standing next to me, who were having fun and didn't really give a shit about the situation. They noticed a black dude at the end of the rail who wasn't wearing a shirt. Making fun of him about how he was the only guy not wearing a shirt. As if it was a typical thing a black person would do.
There was a large window that ran across the wall, so you could see the crowd of people dancing. There were two more security guards who were dancing their asses off for attention. I think back about how easily I could have slipped through instead of dealing with the bullshit. I look back and the guy is no longer talking to the judge.
I realized that it was likely that I would end up in bondage, working in their sweatshop. I start to wonder if it was all just a brilliant ploy by the people running the place.
At this point, I decide that I don't really give a shit anymore. The woman next to me wanted attention, so I started chatting with them. As I was chatting, I slip and step on a small dog that belonged to one of the women. One of them started to show me a footprint shaped bruise on their ass. I comment about how you could see the toes in the bruise and we all laughed...
Then I woke up.
Now, onto the analysis...
To give this a little context. Right before I went to sleep, I was wondering if I could feel my brain. I have heard that you can't. I had started jogging and I started to feel a pressure on the lower part of my brain. Looking at a diagram, it feels like the pressure is coming from the pituitary gland, or somewhere nearby. I think that this is somehow related to the dream because it was a very abnormal dream for me.
1. There were several checkpoints, and mostly incompetent staff, all just to get into a concert. This is a reflection of how I feel about government. As an INTP, I don't like authority because in cases like this, it's just stupid bull-crap. There was no point to it, and it was a huge waste of time.
2. Simon Pegg (Hot Fuzz) was the only competent employee there. I think this was an ironic joke on authority.
3. I normally don't interact with many people, if any in most of my dreams. There were thousands of people here. I'm wondering how I could even imagine so many people at once. Everything was vivid and there was a lot going on that I wasn't a part of.
4. The women were very social, and technically if it's created in my head, then I could take on a social personality. I realized this as I was dreaming which was why I decided to chat them up. Also, I was thinking a bit ahead because my friends would be waiting for me and I wanted to show up with a couple girls. Plus, I wanted to use them as a pivot to attract more women later.
I think that this has to do with the part of my brain that I am feeling the pressure. It's the part of the brain that extraverts use. I'm going to do some research to see what I can find out about this area of the brain but I do think that it's related.
5. The sweatshop was a representation of how government is binding, and not free. Governance is the antitheses to freedom.
Now you're probably thinking... Oh this guy hates the government! Kinda true I guess, I have disdain for the corruption of the system, and the ignorance of the people. However, I think that this is more of the general form of government, and more of a reflection of self-government.
Let me explain... As an introvert, I have an internal narrative, instead of an external narrative. I talk things out in my head instead of talking to people around me. Being introverted is a form of self-control or governance. My authentic self is imprisoned by my extreme introversion. And it's true, I feel that my introversion holds me back and I try very hard to change that.
6. The simple questions that I could not answer was a test. It was to show me that people are simple, and extroverted communication needs to be simple. Most people are simple and just comment on things that I would ponder. When I started making simple comments, I was being social. Very much the opposite of my personality.
In summation, I think that my recent exercise has activated the lower part of my brain. It is stronger part of my subconscious, and probably means I'm going to become more outgoing and social. Being social is more strategic than natural for me, but I feel that exercise is changing that.
I responded to an earlier thread about INTPs and exercise (specifically lifting weights). I work from home so it's great for my introverted side and lead a general sedentary lifestyle. When I have a strong interest, I stop exercising altogether. I have to force myself to exercise because I know it's good for my health.
So is being an INTP a discursive phenomenon? Are we more introverted because out personalities encourage introversion?
My opinion is that extraverts should be more introverted. That also means introverts should be more extraverted. Why do many INTPs avoid extraversion, and why do extraverts avoid introversion?
Also, as a note, I'm using the word Extraversion as a cognitive process. In my opinion, you can have introverted-extraversion, meaning you can think through extroversion without being extroverted. Then I use Extroversion to mean you are being outgoing and expressing yourself externally.
