The first thing I remember is being with a group of a few friends, outside during the day, playing with a toy that was designed to help throw things with extra ‘snap,’ but with less need for arm strength.  It was similar, I suppose, to one of those “chuck-it” ball toys meant for playing fetch with dogs– it utilized some form of mechanical advantage to amplify the force on the object at the release point.  In this case the toy was more compact than a “chuck-it” in that it didn’t have the wand portion; rather, it was basically just a blue handle with a slot.  It looked similar enough to a pistol grip, but instead of a gun barrel there was the slot.

So, I had a blue disc golf driver, and I loaded it into the slot by placing the rim portion snug into position.  Then I stepped up a small slope which opened into something like a forested, somewhat mountainous area.  I wasn’t sure how to utilize the toy to get maximum effect, but I suspected that a baseball-style sidearm throw would be a good place to start.  So I cranked it pretty hard, nearly losing my balance during the release, but launched it pretty well.  The disc took off with a bit of angle, which took it toward the left.  It flew quite well, further than I would have expected, so much that it almost went out of sight.  Fortunately I could see it fading and coming back around.  While it was flying I saw it created some flashing light which made it seem like a distant airplane.  It kept flying, but also kept turning back toward us, until it actually landed behind where I had thrown from, just down on that gradual slope I had walked up before.  So I was pretty excited, as I’d never seen a disc golf frisbee do a full boomerang trip before.

Then my friends and I gathered and moved more toward a flat urban area, which was more white-and-black, in terms of buildings and tarmac, etc, than the natural wooded area where we had come from.  I suddenly was holding something which was more like an orangish toy tomahawk, along with the same blue-handle whip-throw toy.  I loaded up the tomahawk and gave it a throw.  It flew straight about 50 feet away, flying end-over-end and very directly, not like the disk that glided.  I went to retrieve it, then saw a high school crush, Felisha, along with her brother and parents, who were all helping take stuff into a building.  I seemed to know we were all on or near a college campus, so I somehow knew they were helping move Felisha’s older sister, Kara, into her college dorm.  I thought it was a bit strange to be starting school, given that the time of year was mid-July, but before I could think much more about it I ‘bumped into’ Felisha’s mom.  I suppose at first I was intent on trying to stay out of their way, not knowing whether they’d recognize me, or care to say hi even if they did, since it had been quite a while without any contact– but suddenly her mom was giving me a great big hug.  I asked about the apparent oddity of starting school in early summer. She acknowledged it wasn’t quite normal but just said something generic about it just being that way this time, like “it is what it is”, etc.  I wondered in the back of my mind whether it was some special year-round program or something like that, but didn’t speak more about it.  She was wearing white, by the way.  I released from the hug, not wanting to commit some kind of awkward faux pas of holding on too long, but she  just kept holding me tightly.  It didn’t feel too strange to me; I just wasn’t aware how much she’d either missed or maybe deeply appreciated me from back in the day — I just took it as a gesture of wanting to make up for a long time absence.

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