I have dreams at night, some nightmares, but lately I can't remember them when I awake. That's a good thing. Future real life dreams are to be safe, happy, healthy, and at peace with who I am and what the rest of my life will be like.
Living here in a nice house with a great wife is all good. Traveling would be even better, but not all the time. Living in Europe for awhile, or Mexico? San Miguel de Allenda was very pleasant. Ireland was too cold even in June. In another year Jan might be ready to retire and travel more often if we can afford it.
I have a very easy life not working at all. I volunteer teach at a place for seniors and taking a Spanish class as well. I try to cook each day, but Jan is happy to bring home takeout whenever I ask.
We pay someone to clean and cut the grass. I have time to play with clay, jewelry creations, and painting in acrilyics.
Yet, with all that good going on, I still get depressed about age. Just made 74 years old in June. Most of my life is behind me, and I wasn't really awake/aware of many of those years. The real me was hidden (by me from me). Regrets.
I must go on and be positive about the future however long or short it is. I try that, and it sometimes works well.