lookin' for a fight

I am walking on the sidewalk behind three girls who are laughing and messing around with each other. A girl passes by them, moving in the opposite direction and one of the three girls tries to purposely bump into her. The girl is listening to her ipod so doesn't notice as she misses being elbowed.

These girls are looking for a fight... and I'm ready to give them one.

I walk a little faster so that I can pass in front of them. I walk to the left of them and that same girl hears me walking from behind and purposely sticks her elbow out trying to "accidentally" hit me and start something. I dodge her elbow and put my elbow out to do the same. I end up hitting her though. Her friends are stunned and they start saying something to me. I turn around and ask, "What? You want something?" The girl looks at me and gets in a fighting stance, I do too.

I put my mindset in boxing mode, remembering what I learned in my personal training sessions. I dodge her first punch and try to throw some jabs out but my hands are moving in slow motion. She, on the other hand, is moving quickly. I get really close to her so that her punches can't hit my face. I lean my chin down towards her and start punching her sides. But again, my hands are moving in slow motion and this isn't hurting her.

Somehow, we're now in front of a gas station and we apparently agreed to take a break and get some water [What? I didn't know street fights take water breaks]. This gas station doesn't allow you to go in with your bag packs so I leave mine outside. The girl and I are both inside this tiny gas station store and she starts slowly pushing me. I can't defend myself, my hands won't move. Finally, I am able to move my feet and I walk out. Her friends have taken my bag pack. I snatch it from their hands and get ready to walk away. This isn't going to end well for me.

As I'm walking away, the girl I was fighting comes out of the store and starts yelling something at me. I turn around...

And then... I wake up.

grandpas

I am at a vacation resort with my parents. Our hotel overlooks this large swimming pool and there are tons of people there dancing around celebrating. Some are wearing bright-colored bathing suits while others are dressed a little more conservatively, yet still brightly colored. It's really sunny but I don't feel hot. The pink and blue parasols surround the swimming pool.

The sun is slowly setting and somehow my parents and I are at the pool.

Without knowing how, I just know that we are at a resort where people from the past (dead or alive) are hanging around. It was a place where past met present for a couple of hours. Thus, technically, you could meet a younger version of yourself here. I look across the pool and I see my two grandpas [both of which have passed away a long time ago] dancing happily to some music I can't make out. Both of them look much younger and so happy. They're just dancing and having the time of their lives.  I tell my mom, "Look! Look!! It's Grandpa!! Can you believe this?! They're here!"

My mom, who was very close to her father, just smiles and stares at my grandpa. We're both so shocked. We don't dare move in case the slightest movement makes them disappear.

I can't believe it. I'm seeing both of my grandpas, I can actually see them, touch them, and hug them. My paternal grandpa, who looks much younger with a skinny waistline and darker hair, catches me looking at him. He smiles and waves me over to dance with him. He grabs my hand and I start dancing and laughing with him. I ask my mom where my dad is so he can see his father but he's nowhere to be found.

While I'm dancing with my paternal grandpa, I see my dad in the background. For a split second, I don't know if this is my "present dad" or "past dad." I see that he has a smear of paint on his arm and for some reason, that confirms that he's my present dad. I yell at him over the music, "Look, daddy!! Look, it's Grandpa!! Come hug him!" But my dad looks at us with such sadness and doesn't want to come hug his dad. The memories are just too much for him.

And then... I wake up.

skydiving in Hawaii

I am sitting in a car with a couple of friends in Hawaii. The skies are a clear blue and the water is beautiful. It's clear and I can see all the corrals and the sand underneath the surface. I can't believe I'm in Hawaii.

My friends and I are getting ready to skydive and I'm so excited. I have Necalli with me getting ready to take pictures but I can't seem to find in in my bag pack. The truck is going faster and the wind is rushing through my hair.

All of a sudden, the car is now actually a small plane and we're about to take off. I can't believe it. I'm really going to skydive in Hawaii, I'm SO excited! I don't even feel nervous, I just feel excited and free at the thought of me jumping out over this beautiful ocean.

And then... I wake up.