why do all INTJs have dainty ladyfingers, and feel proud of them, and probably completely and totally own them? It's kind of perfect.
That's not the question, but you can definitely answer that. My real follow-up question is if you ever had a nightmare, but you actually kinda trounced it? Last night I had a dream that my roommates were all eating supper, and through the window into the livingroom (such a window doesn't exist irl but I digress) a large tarantula (like, as big as the lady roommate) was sneaking up behind her and I was like "holy horseapples get in here!" and she screamed and entered, but didn't close the door and was like "no it shouldn't follow us in here; the candles give off a repelling scent" and I was like "er...you sure?" but sure enough it entered and I kicked the table toward it, sprinted to my room, and closed the door and was like "Ponyfeather...I'm completely safe. There's no way the spider can get in" and I just went on the computer and read erotic fiction until the dream changed to less interesting things
I'm not entirely sure, but feel that it might co-relate to my fondness of spiders and gremlins, as well as not really being attracted to anything with tentacles (competition, you know...).
I guess if you fancy astrology whatsoever, I'm also a taurus, and it's a stereotype that we be beautiful and fabulous.
So deal with it.
Actually my skin is thin from being so introverted (that's a real co-relation for most!), and you can see all my veins quite readily. I'm like a walking Halloween decoration.
Huh, as for the dream... Pretty sure I have, but the only one that is coming to mind is a dream I had as a kid where I was having this duel of sorts with some mastiff-sized black dog/wolf in my grandparent's cul-de-sac. It would run at my from the other end of the circle, I'd do a bad-flank roll to the side, it would charge back around to the other side again for another go where this time it'd catch my arm as I tried to dodge...
And that's where the dream cut out and I woke up I guess.
I wonder if it might have to do with a mild case of lupophobia, more noticeable as a kid than as an adult. I've always been extra jumpy around large dogs and wolves/werewolves in movies. I blame The Never Ending Story.
Seriously, the friendly pony sunk into the bottom of a tar pit/bog struggling all the way as the kid stood there crying for it and later just gets attacked by that terrifying wolf puppet in a borderline jumpscare scene. Yeah, that's probably it, why I'm here with the brony crowd. I'm really just trying to re-live my childhood that sunk to the bottom of a swamp.
I also might have been touched with a fringe case of thalassophobia, and I'm pretty willing to bet I've had nightmares about sea creatures my memory has blocked out by now.
Though that doesn't explain the dream with the 3 story tall wendigo staring back at me from a snowy parking lot as I look out a window. The soundless shriek it made in that dream was not pleasant..
I wonder if that last one has to do with all the jokes I now crack about cannibalism in real life?