In my youth and even early 30s I had dreams about being in fights, hand to hand, guns, knives, etc.
Now it's just nightmare flashbacks to different points in my life when I was in the hospital.
I'm 41, and have been in one fight when I was 14. As I've mentioned before, I'm just over 6'3", 230lbs, darkish Italian skin. No one ever bothers me. I was out walking today and saw 3 possible gangbangers hanging out on the corner, saw them size me up, and saw the "it's not worth it" look come across their face. I just walked on by. It's the suburbs, but whatever, no one else was around.
I've stopped worrying. I don't go to the south side of Chicago anymore, both bands I was involved in are long broken up. If I wasn't attacked driving and walking through the hood I'm probably not going to be attacked out here.