Wow. The other night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever. I remember it amazingly well because all day at school I was thinking about it.
Anyways, it was kind of like this. I want to go into my family album to find a picture of it, because it would enhance your image. I was at my house in Chicago. Small house, in a compacted neighborhood, down the street from my school, Anne Fox School. The school was awesome but due to the area it was in, it was nowhere as good as Fairport due to cash issues. Ie- most of 9th grade was held in trailers brought in.
So I was walking home from school, it was nearly summer, and it didn't really occur to me in the dream that I was walking home from the K-9 area, even though I'm a senior.
I walked into the driveway and saw a little kid, about 7 years old climbing a tree. It took a second to realize I was looking at myself. That was weird beyond belief. Because I knew it wasn't a dream where I was watching myself, I knew I was who I was. But that was me.
I walked up to myself (how weird is that?) and said something to the effect of "Hey how's it going?" He responded (he? or me? it's a bizarre thought.) "Hey. You're me, only older."
I just kinda stared at myself. It was weird beyond belief, and when I woke up (before my alarm, amazingly enough) I sat there for about 20 minutes thinking.
He asked me a fairly weird question. "Why are you big?"
I didn't know, I responded, it just kind of happened. I thought of myself being small, and how weird it would be to be in a body that small again. Think about it.
The next statement- "You're 17? Man you're old"
I didn't really think about it much in the dream more than "No I'm not old." Later I thought about it a lot. I'm not 18 quite yet, but as I've thought, I've always thought 17 is one of the better ages, 18 is when you're old and you're an adult. And I'm almost not a kid at all, even legally.
Next few questions- "Why do you do the things you do? Why can't you just have fun all day like me?"
I said I was becoming an adult and I couldn't do the same things I used to. He said "Why do you have to be an adult?" I had no response. Growing up isn't exactly voluntary, I explained. I'd like to have fun all day, but it's not the same now.
"What's all this college stuff?"
More responsibilities of being an adult.
"Why do you have troubles with girls? (This is funny) Why can't you just kiss them, you're old! What's so great about them?"
I could probably write a book on that. But I just shrugged and said something about how it's great to be with one.
"You shouldn't grow up."
It was weird. There were a lot more questions, and I'm not going to list them all. But I thought about it, and I did kinda want to say screw it and go back to then, when the moon was made of cheese, and I didn't care why. It didn't matter.
It was weird. I didn't see any of my family, I was curious whether I would have seen 1994-family or 2005-family. I did see many kids throughout the neighborhood I knew, all in their early 90sness. I haven't seen most of them since then, so that kind of explains it, but like 6-7 kids I was friends with back then circled around me and were like "Whoa, look, Aaron's big!" and stuff like that. It felt really weird.
So I had a few thoughts, like how it seemed not too long ago yet so long ago that I was that kid. And I kinda wanted to go back to that, even though I have so much fun now. Think though. Your parents, however old or young they are, were probably thinking something like this. My dad's in his late 40s, and to him, I think sometimes he thinks its weird he's not 20 and it's not the late 70s/early 80s and he's having fun as the young generation.
Think. We'll be thinking that someday. In a little while, we'll be 45, with families, and jobs. It's an incredibly bizarre thought. And one day, (hoping we all live this long) we will be grandparents. It's so weird to think of. Life marches on whether you are ready or not. I think, as a completely random thing, I'm going to record a video of me saying this and talking about stuff I do sometime, and show it to my kids 20-25-30 years down the line, when I'm not the young generation anymore.
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