What are your thoughts on aging?
How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
And this is my response: I think that aging is currently a natural part of life, for now at least, and that some parts of the aging process are positive and some parts are neutral and some parts are negative.
I am not sure what that means exactly, but my response would be by simply trying to resist from and heal from being corrupted/damaged/changed/et cetera too much by our corrupt/damaged/flawed/unnatural/illogical/hypocritical/unbalanced/unfair/et cetera human-made adult cultures/systems/societies/laws/rules/norms/beliefs/et cetera that destroys and suppresses many of the natural and positive parts of us that we used to possess when young/born.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was somehow in twelfth grade (12th grade) again even though I graduated from high school many years ago, and I was going to tryout for the American Football (football) team; and I was at a fictional version of the D High School, my brothers KD and TD were going to school there as well and they were on the football team, and some of my former classmates were there like my former male classmate AM and he was on the football team as well.
I went to the tryouts for the football team, I remember talking with my former classmate AM and some of my other former classmates, and at some point the coaches took us all to a classroom so that they could pick which of us they wanted on their football team; and at some point I heard one of the coaches asking one of the male students if he was sure that he wanted to play football, and the coach warned him that they practice over three hours a day almost every day.
When I heard this I immediately knew that being on the football team was not for me so I probably told the others that I no longer wanted to be considered for the football team, I thanked them, and then I left; and at some point I remember walking through a gym where some students were playing tennis, and I remember thinking that maybe I should consider playing on the tennis team but I kept walking until I got outside.
The outside was like a combination of a fictional version of the outside of the D High School and a fictional version of the field near the automotive section of the Walmart in the city of D, some of my former classmates and other students were waiting for school to end in a field near the sports fields, and I joined them and talked with them as we waited for the school bell to ring.
Something strange happened that I can not remember, then at some point the school bell rang and it was time for us to leave, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a school building, I remember walking through a hallway when I saw an argument between a very large and tall muscular bald or short-haired man with medium-brownish colored skin and a regular sized man who also had brownish colored skin; and there were some other people watching, and the tall and muscular man had some friend’s backing him and the other man had a man with whitish colored skin who looked like he was from maybe the 1970s backing him.
I saw the tall and muscular man pull out a small dark-colored pistol so I tried to convince him to put it away but that did not work, and so I grabbed his arm and the pistol to try to disarm him; but he was too strong, and so I could only prevent him from shooting anyone by holding his arm and pistol and I yelled for the other two men to help me disarm him.
I was strong enough to hold the tall and muscular man’s arm and pistol long enough for the other two men to help me disarm him, but his friend’s attacked us; and the man with whitish colored skin got hit in the head, part of his head probably got busted because he started bleeding from his head, but we managed to end the fight.
We then walked outside to drive the man to the hospital, he could walk but he was bleeding from his head, it was day outside and we went to an old maybe 1970s-style brownish and light-brownish colored car; but I woke up as they got in the car.
I remembered part of this dream but I did not get out of bed to voice record it, instead I kept thinking about it sometimes between sleeping and dreaming and thinking and daydreaming and waking up, but eventually I forgot most of it after over-sleeping unfortunately.
All that I can remember of this dream now is that it involved a man whose name I knew, maybe a celebrity (who ever it was must have been someone whose name was very familiar to me because I thought that I would remember his name and this dream later without voice recording it, and then going back to sleep), and there was another man with him who was probably an unknown man; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that my family had either bought or were thinking about buying a nice fictional two-story house in a fictional nice quiet neighborhood, and we went to this house to stay there to try it; and all of my family and I went there except for my brother CC who was not in the dream.
My dad and I were the first to enter the house carrying some of our stuff, I remember complaining about something that I can not remember and so I was in a bad mood, and so I did not pay attention to what the living room looked like as I passed/went through it because it was dark because the lights were off and because I was too busy complaining to my dad and out-loud to myself.
I walked into the kitchen which was square and larger than any room in our real/old house, the kitchen and the rest of the house seemed to be fully furnished and decorated and nice-looking with windows (which is rare in my dreams), and the appliances were nicer and newer and larger than the ones in our real/old house; and the kitchen was brighter because the main curtains were open which helped to light the room.
I was so amazed by this kitchen that I stopped complaining and my mood went from negative to positive as I explored this amazing kitchen which had: a large stove and other appliances, plenty of counter and cabinet space, plenty of space, nice window placement and lighting, and more; and I yelled for the rest of my family to come see the kitchen, and I started naming the many amazing things about it.
This made me excited to see the rest of the house, especially the second floor because our real/old house only has one floor, and it was clear that this house was way better than our real/old house and that we should move into it; but I woke up before I could explore any other rooms.