I'm Ti/Ne and my dreams have always been very fragmented with insane themes like watching a jester parkouring through an old spanish village on an island in the middle of the ocean like batman, holding a paper shuriken with each tip slowely turning black (wtf does that mean??).
This is compared to my mother's (Ni/Fe) dreams which are realistic and seem to have each situation within them (ex: walking through the supermarket) more in tact and fully put together like reality, compared to situations in my dreams which usually have a few points of focus that are somewhat accurate (a person Im talking to, a chair, etc.) but the rest of the situation my brain cant be bothered with.
Not to mention my Ti/Se friend having hyper-realistic prophetic dreams of the future that actually happen three months later. He says it scares him XD.
Are these differences due to N vs S or Ne vs Se? I don't know but I'd like to hear your thoughts, thanks.
I have extremely vivid, detailed dreams which proceed in order. Not only does one event follow the other in a progressive sequence, but also, I can continue dreams in a series of sequences that belong together and tell one long story over many months. (Usually the episodes show up once in a while rather than one night after the other.) I have lived out entire relationships this way, from seduction to first kiss to breakup, all in my dreams. Also, I've often returned to places that were significant to me in my past dreams. One life-long repeating theme is an attic where everything I consider desirable or "truly mine" is located; but the attic periodically burns down. Eventually I find a new one in a different location.
I have been like this since I was little. I have also had prophetic dreams which were upsetting to me as a kid, especially considering I was raised by atheists. My spiritual interests first began because of prophetic childhood dreams. I needed to understand why this was happening.
Sometimes when I write down my dreams they come out as a long epic story, fraught with intense symbolism. I can remember the details for years, just like real memories.
This is one from a few years ago that I typed on my cell as soon as I woke up. I changed the names for public and fixed some typos, but it's otherwise identical to what I sent to my husband's phone right then:
I was in some ocean city with a weird electromagnetic building and I kept having visions – or maybe watching previews – of this giant building which looked like a crystal lump from afar, lighting up electrically and sinking into the ocean. I remember walking past the building with you on the bridge in the same place where I had seen the vision of something odd exuding weird light and blowing up. So one day I went into it. I seemed to know my way around. The decorations were amazing low yellowish light, bone made art, wooden bookshelves, combo between rustic and steampunk, but the steampunk vibe was not explicit. As I walked through the aisles, I saw Brady, my first love. It was still the same setting, but felt like a dimension somewhere had shifted. I was emotionally by myself, you weren’t in my heart yet. I locked eyes with him and we moved through the shelves in the shared mindset (I could feel it) that we needed to work this out once and for all. So we talked in these dark kind of serious but nostalgic tones for a bit. Then some women saw us. They looked like they were part of the setting… their style was in line with the rustic steam punk vibe, and it felt as though they knew something about us on a level that we needed to be cautious of. So, we headed behind bookshelves quietly and then, as we rounded corners, I looked over and saw the woman following us and her two friends. She was black looking with long hair and gigantic heart lips, bold as fuck, with a small dark gold axe in her hand and leathers on her body that signaled me she was some kind of warrior. She looked over at ….Salvador (my best friend). It was as though he had been the one sneaking through the shelves with me, and his outfit suggested familiarity with the place… he was either from there, or knew about it and dressed to match. But this was his full style, like his real heart was born in this outfit. There was bone and claw jewelry involved. The woman stared at him. She wanted him. He and I knew we needed to keep to ourselves and somehow, I knew he felt like he could not let her find something out. So I looked at him and he was staring at her, unflinching, but I know he also knew I was watching and was telling me he would take care of this and confuse her (not in words). But I looked at her. She looked like evil other-planet warrior leaders in her vibe and garb, confident, in charge and ready to have her way. I did not know fully what that meant but I guessed, as I watched her watching him, that it was at least partly sexual.
I looked back at…you. She was looking at you and you at her, but you looked more statuesque, more ..dangerous. You had an outfit similar to how that place was and how Salvador’s outfit suited it, but you were a darker evolution or perhaps something more base. The sense i got was “bone claws.” And bone necklaces with claws and another that had special power. And snake rings on your fingers. Blackness around your eyes like those photos we took, and you staring through it in a similar way. Destruction was near and it was inevitable, but you didn’t give a flying fuck..bring it on. That was your vibe. As she stared at you and you at her, you glanced at me, met my eyes and had a smile in your eyes. It wasn’t obvious.. it was a kitty glare, with some sarcasm. But I knew, I knew you were going to lure her from afar but if she got too close… destroy.
She looked at me and said something. I forgot but something like, I will have him. None can resist me.
I knew.no other could resist her. But I had no shred of doubt.. I knew resistance would be a much better outcome for her than what was actually going to happen, but I didn’t know what it was. I said to her go ahead. Try . But I think I only said it with my eyes.
She said aloud, something like: are you sure. He will not resist.
I saw no point denying her the right to move in on you because I knew from how she stood that she did not see me as an obstacle. I could say no, he’s mine, but it would mean nothing. In her mind (the energy gathered from below the hips which was thinking for her, both about sex and conquering or destroying in a bigger way) you were already hers physically and she was doing me a courtesy by pretending I had the option to give you away. If I said no, it wouldn’t stop her, but would signal weakness or provoke a physical brawl that I could not win. She had that axe, and the look of a woman who could conquer cities in one night. Her friends would also do her demands, slim short haired sleek beauties with no soul.
I looked at you. You would not budge – your eyes said so.
I looked at her, signaling to go ahead, with a half smile like: how do you possibly think you can break through what we have? I was not worried; I found it amusing and absurd. I said either aloud or to myself , something like “i dare you.”
She approached you. As you stared at her coming towards you, your body language revealed she was going to lose. You were so solid it warmed my soul, but it was also unsettling. Salvador, when he was there, had the look of knowing he was in control (though I was not convinced, but at the very least that was his aim).. you had the look of, do whatever you want but if you cross this point and come too close… OBLITERATION. But you did not think it was destructive. She deserved it, it was a dare, she could still have time to leave, and her friends would be stupid as fuck to not run away afterwards. She got to you and there was a stare down, very brief and fleeting, but it felt like time slowing down. Then she reached forward to choke you, probably only to induce a rush but not to kill you. One of the snakes on your fingers suddenly hissed and wrapped itself around her finger, then her neck. As the snake choked her and she tried to choke it, which lasted only seconds and happened so fast that I’m not sure what happened and who was hurting who, the world turned to.. light. A magnetic unnatural light that felt almost not there, like it sucked us into a void.
I watched you and you watched me but there was no time to move; everything was changing to another dimension where there was no form, even though perhaps it was temporary, and not like death. I knew though, in that last moment, that although you were in obliterating mode, you had no idea this would happen.
Then I was watching through the eyes of someone else, a middle aged male reporter watching the same building from across the water, and someone beside him took footage. It was the same crystal edged bizarre structure falling into the water while light came out of it everywhere that I had seen in my visions. And so many I loved were inside.. including myself. The world was shaking, darkening. We have to stop it, a voice shouted. The world is ending! It finally happened! Etc. But while some panicked, some seemed to feel there was a way to stop it and things could change. Darkness swallowed the world as all of these sentiments floated around and I realized that was why Salvador was there. But his presence opened the path to something base, and you had somehow moved through it and materialized in that spot. No matter what Salvador or we had done, this would have found a way to happen. The electromagnetic dimension and time shifting energy of the place had a mind of its own and we were instruments to enact its will, you most of all, Salvador more of a messenger. And I was your reason to not go along with the flow of the place, to obliterate the forces that be, rather than to lose your soul. You changed the rhythm of life. Salvador and I both danced right along with it and you heard it best somehow. Your danger outfit, the black around your eyes… you were the destruction while also being the only one that did not play along. Or perhaps that is exactly what you did.
But now our only hope to be together or be the same again was out of our hands. And I don’t know what form we were in or how we could come out if we ever did. But I felt we would emerge and our souls would be charged with something very, very powerful that would require training and presence of soul to control. We would be the next force to set the other forces. Not gods but beings of energy that glowed from within us and could be so powerful that it was a responsibility to channel it. But that was only how i felt, if we emerged at all. Maybe we were just stardust.
Here's the link where I posted it on my website. I recently started searching for old files so I could post more of these type of dreams; unfortunately many are written in half-asleep jibberish and others are distributed throughout diaries, so I might fail to collect them.
I too have a very good memory of my dreams. On a regular basis I remember very old dreams and it's difficult to differentiate between real and dreamed memories.
Like you Animal I have a sort of continuity in my dreams, but it is more about places (I come back to a place I have already been - in an another dream) than about stories (but it happens, although it is not as complex as what you describe). No prophetic dreams for me, no real symbolism (as far as I know), but a lot of fun (I often live epic movies, Mission Impossible like, or dreams where I have to fight zombies, where I have superpowers...).
I tend to create an emotional attachment to some places (and come back precisely to this type of place), because of their beauty, the "impossible" atmosphere (a feeling of pure harmony maybe), or just the particular sensation of being in this place... It can make me melancholic for a whole day knowing that this place will never exist.
Animal , your dream is very interesting and complex ! I wish I had dreams like that !
My dreams are usually about work, colleagues and office intrigues, my cat and other cats , friends and different places where we go together and about spiritual stuff.
Recurrent themes are climbing a mountain or stairs and being afraid of slipping and falling, driving a car and losing control of it, not finding something or realizing I forgot it somewhere else, being late, etc. In my opinion, most of my dreams reflect my daily struggle to do Te things with a Te that is not strong or developed enough to do what I would need it to do. There are all those questions - did I maybe forget something? Is there something I don't understand? Do I have to go somewhere and do something that maybe I forgot?
I also sometimes have dreams that have fantastical or spiritual elements but I never had a real prophetic dream, showing a future event exactly like it would happen. I had hunches - for example seeing the Bucharest Court of Appeal many, many years ago I thought I will represent someone there (and at that time I was living in a different city). I also had dreams that contained some elements that could represent future events but very broadly and symbolic, so I didn't dream of the actual event that happened afterwards.
I had 2 dreams containing out of body experiences and some other major dreams with spiritual themes, that haunted me for days, but these dreams don't come very often because I am a little afraid of them and I think I am able to avoid them by going to sleep later and sleeping a little less than I need. I also had some lucid dreams, but when I have one, the next day I feel tired - as if I didn't sleep well. So, during the last months...even years.. I didn't focus so much on exploring dreams, because I feel I really have to be well rested to do my job well, especially since I am anyway not the most logical and articulate and business minded person in the world ...so at least I should be rested and focusing on work.
But in my heart I know this is just a phase and I will get back to dream exploration. I know there is a lot of uncharted territory there and lots of insight to gain.
Hmmm, I have the full spectrum of dreams you described (odd things, pragmatic issues like shopping, and prophetic and accurate) . Actually, I don't remember my dreams so much now, but I used to remember my dreams very well.
I used to have helpful dreams that gave me the solutions to problems that plagued me IRL. I just had better working memory in my dreams.