ENTP – Dreamyoga

Because of the endless media exposure to drone-voice man in DC the world has a dose of planning blight. What will the ENTP {each new thought propels} president come up with next? Excited for a moment until others think things through for him he turns his attention this way and that with an ADHD like conceptual stability and no attention to detail. If it does not work immediately he loses interest. He has undone decades of American global leadership because it was not him that did it. There are indicators of a difficult financial time ahead with rats on the ship heading for gold and silver.

People are quietly finding others to rely upon. He is not good for planning because there are fires to fight which he constantly lights with the next “great” idea which floats through his mind. He feels the need to share these ideas because he is a “stable genius”.

Personally the swing to nationalist so-called popularism, which is of course a euphemism, has implications for us. A change in tide could have us expelled as low-income immigrants. Unfortunately we are not George and Amal. We could not realistically claim political asylum here.

The last two months have seen me have six intense dreams of a Buddhist and Tibetan Buddhist flavour. The wife said that if I was advising anyone else I would deem them significant. It is a week now since the last of these and I am already “concluding” that there is a shift in dreaming away from these and that a “chapter” has closed at least for now. The time has passed and life moves off in a different direction. I am thinking “that was interesting” and that is about as far as it goes. Were it a movie the plot could change with some monk-geezer in robes tipping up at the gate. Similarly all the “intelligence” dreams have faded which suggests that the thread too is also fading. None of them appear to have gone “anywhere” thus they are a form of dreaming cul-de-sac.

Something has changed.

My life has had seemingly sudden and large changes in direction before. So I am prepared for that. But I am not expecting that. The two key external things, permit to stay and operation, will have provisional answers in the next two months. The internal things our health, mine and the wife’s, also impact. Because we have no structure and I live hermit like, one day runs into the next..

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One could argue that my proper tonal is that of an isolated loner, socially withdrawn and soon to become a byline in a newspaper report about some travesty I am yet to commit. Loners are always suspect.

“He was a loner and did not mix well with the community. Tsk, tsk, tsk…I told you so!”

We are struggling to know what day of the week it is because we are, at least for now, relatively appointment free.

One could argue that I need to give fate a helping hand by being more “out there” in the wider currents of life. Fate cannot unfold if I “hide” from it.

We need to downsize; we do not know when nor where to.

We have a local planning blight because of the right to stay issue and the yes/no hip operation question.

On the cards is some DIY in the top kitchen. It should take a couple of weeks…on and off…The ceiling needs a wash and de-grease first…

I have never before dreaded opening the news on TV wondering what I might see…it is not uplifting or cheerful.

Strange times we live in…

Here is last night’s sequence of dreams. I made no attempt to rejoin the dreams on waking but this is kind of what happened. I awoke multiple times and can think of no obvious reason, this side of the channel, why BoJo should pop up.

The first part starts on a beach which has sand dunes behind it. There are a number of people on the beach and the weather is clement though not hot and sunny. I hear some vehicles pull up and some shouting. Men darkly clothed and armed with Kalashnikov assault rifles are charging the beach firing. I shout to everyone to get into the sea and swim as far out as they can. Bullets are ripping into the water as we get further out to sea. I can see dead on the beach and blood in the sea.

There is a strong tide forcing us up the length of the beach. I encounter Boris who has been swimming there. We are being forced towards a rocky part at the end of the beach. There is no way around the headland, and we are forced to land one the beach. I say to Boris that he must resist the temptation to say who he is and to try not to give the terrorists a piece of his mind. There is an off chance that they won’t recognise him, and we should save that for later should we need it.

I wake up

The next section starts in an underground cave. We are clearly in a hostage situation. The cave is equipped with computers, cameras and much media kit. The terrorists are partially masked and clearly highly organised. The hostages me included are now dressed. Boris and I are at the back of one cave with two young boys. I have suggested to Boris that he keeps a low profile and minimise the risk of being recognised. The terrorists have installed a huge TV, and we can see that there is a media circus on the dunes. There are multiple religious groups amongst the hostages, and we are international.

Boris starts to chat with the young boys. One of them says that he can see daylight coming into the tunnel. Boris suggests that he quietly investigates. Which he does. There is a gap. Something kicks off in the main terrorist room. Sending the boys first we attempt to leave the tunnel. Boris manages to bash his head and although a little dazed we make it out into the sunlight.

I awake.

I am now walking with Boris towards a semi-ruined church. I know that inside there are Buddhists keeping vigil for those held in the hostage taking. Unusually these Buddhists are wearing grey robes and are mostly Western. I knock on the church door and am welcomed in by a Buddhist “priest”. I explain what has happened and who Boris is. The man sits Boris down and tends to a slight wound on his head with some cotton wool and water. The atmosphere in the church is calm and tranquil.

The priest asks Boris for a number to call for people to come and get him. Boris takes the ‘phone and calls for help.

I awake.

I am now sitting in a room with Boris and Carrie. I explain to Boris that, he is like me, a Wood Dragon by birth and that we are contemporaries. I say that if he really wanted to be world king, he should have stuck with Alexander which is more regal than Boris. I ask him if there are any umlauts in the spelling of his name because I may do his numerology.

I say that he is a lot fitter than me. He says that downstairs in a bottle is some fat which he has had sucked out of his body and that accounts for it. I know he is joking. I explain that although we both can see bigger pictures, he as an ENTP is very different from me as an INFJ.

I awake again and wonder what the bloody hell has Johnson been doing to be in and out of my dreams all night.

Tag: ENTP

Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson Dreams 03-02-2025