Playing Basketball Against A Younger Donald Trump Or A Fake Donald Trump

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I am not sure if this is one dream or several dreams, and so I will type it as one dream.

All that I can remember of this dream is that one part of the dream felt somewhat like a high school class reunion because I remember meeting some of my former classmates for the first time in years, and I remember letting some of them know that it had been years since I have seen them.

Some of these former classmates included my former male classmates DH and SS and various others, and I remember us taking and hanging out and having fun but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

In the next part of the dream I remember sitting inside a windowless corporate lounge/waiting room-like brown room with carpet and various rows of seats, and there were other people there including my former female classmate AM.

I remember talking to my former classmate AM and I remember telling her about a dream or something that probably contained some pornography in part of the dream or whatever it was, I tried to be cautious when telling her about this dream or whatever it was, and so I tried to not be too graphic and descriptive when I told my story to her.

At some point my parent’s and one or more of my brothers (who were kids again) arrived, and I left with them so that I could get a ride home I assume.

We walked outside to the parking lot, it was daytime, and my family was using a delivery-like truck or van with a bathroom with a bathtub in the back where stuff is usually stored so I remember taking a bath before we left and I remember drying off and putting my underwear on.

As I was trying to finish drying off and trying to get dressed Korey Coleman and Martin Thomas from Double Toasted and some other people were on the truck or van with us, and my parent’s said that we were driving to a birthday party that my brothers were invited to by a male classmate of theirs who had whitish-colored skin with short brown hair whose mother was or reminded me of my former female classmate LB.

As my dad drove us to the birthday party as I dried off and as I got dressed Martin and Korey told me an old story about one of their former male classmates and neighbors who had whitish-colored skin with medium-to-long length medium-colored hair, and the story was about how this male classmate and neighbor of theirs once skipped school or left school early without permission.

Their former classmate and neighbor went around the neighborhood or somewhere like that skateboarding and/or skating and/or goofing around in the middle of the street like an idiot (their words), I assumed that something bad was going to happen to him, but before they could finish the story we arrived at the birthday party which was taking place at a nice white two-story house in a nice neighborhood.

I did not want to go to the birthday party and it seemed weird going to a kid’s birthday party as an adult who did not even know the kid and who was possibly not directly invited, but I needed a ride so I followed them inside the house but I am not sure where Korey and Martin and the other people who were not my family went.

Someone probably welcomed us inside and walked us through a kid’s bedroom, which I stayed in briefly as my family followed the person to the party, and I waited inside the kid’s bedroom trying to decide what to do because I did not want to go to the party but if felt weird standing in a kid’s bedroom so I walked to the party.

The party was taking place in the back yard which had a stadium-like area set up with a field to play sports and games, and there were even basketball courts and other areas set up around this area in covered areas near the seating areas and many people of all ages were there (basically the biggest birthday party I have ever been too in a dream or real life, and so it was like a public event like the city has sometimes so many people around the city seemed to be there) and there was a lot to do to my surprise as people: ate, drank, talked, listened to music, played sports, played games, competed in contests for prizes, danced, watched television, et cetera.

Some of my former classmates were there as well like my former male classmate WG who I said hello to by name as I walked by him, but oddly he did not respond to me so I kept walking.

During my walk through the covered areas around the field by the seating areas I saw a male celebrity with dark-brown skin with short black hair with a name that sounded like a rappers name talking with his friends, it seemed that he had committed a crime or did something wrong, and maybe he was bragging about it and his custom-made car (that was possibly made in Japan or Korea).

His friends ended up leaving him, one of them probably snitched (called the police on him), because after they left he noticed a news report on a television showing that he was now wanted by the police as he was showing me his car and bragging about it (he seemed to be the type of person who likes a lot of attention and who likes to show off and brag a lot to others to feel better about himself, and so he liked to spend a lot of money and show off his wealth and fame) and he had offered me a ride because his friends had left him so he had enough room now, and so he decided to leave immediately to run from and hide from the police.

He removed a protective cover from his car and he once again offered me a ride, but I politely declined because I did not want to get involved in his police situation so he drove away quickly.

After this I noticed a younger (maybe college age(ed)) Donald Trump or fake Donald Trump walking and talking and bragging to his friends, like the other male celebrity (assumed rapper) had done, and Mr. Trump or the fake Mr. Trump seemed to love having a lot of attention as well.

As they walked near the basketball courts I remember hearing Mr. Trump bragging about how he used to play basketball and how good he was, and so I challenged him to a friendly basketball match/game to see how good he really was even though I have not played basketball in a long time and I never played at the school or college level like he had (I only played little league basketball a few times as a kid, and sometimes for fun at home).

Mr. Trump accepted my challenge after I called him out in front of his friends and others making it harder for him to refuse, and then we started our basketball match against each other.

I remember doing pretty good because I remember Mr. Trump looking a bit worried and getting quiet and focused like he was focusing and trying very hard because he did not want to lose and he did not like to lose, and I could see and feel that he does not like losing or getting embarrassed (especially in front of his friends and others) so he really did not want to lose this challenge in front of his friends and others after bragging about how good he was at basketball.

I respected him for accepting my challenge and it was a good basketball match/game, it must have been a close game, and we went back and forth during this match/game; but I am not sure who was winning or if we finished the match/game or not before I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr