Message #38127

[guest587]

4:15am waking up to pee.

I'm on some kind of bus and have to get off to use the restroom. The bus pulls over then leaves. I have my last name on my shirt. I see my Dad as a younger man working for some kind of auto-shop. This is like an internship or a part time job for being a service writer. It's an in-between job before he has chosen his career. He doesn't know I'm his son yet but we both have moustaches- I walk up to him as he's leaving his shift... Dad is young and in shape. "Excuse me," I tell him.... "Can I show you something?" He slows down but doesn't stop walking. I show him the last name on my shirt- and I point to his last name on his shirt. "Pretty cool huh?" He keeps walking.

My friend Chase comes up to me and ask, "what are you doing?" I tell him, "It's okay, I don't think he made the connection." Although a part of me thinks he realized I am somehow related to him, he never stopped to realize I am his son. Chase seemed concern that this would disturb some aspect of our time-traveling adventure/field trip.

I'm somewhere else now... With a bunch of old high school acquaintance's and friends from past jobs. We're outside in some rest area... A girl is "interviewing" me... As I am sitting next to another girl. She ask if I'm dating the girl next to me. She has strawberry blonde hair. The girl answers for her, "we've tried that before." But she doesn't seem upset in anyway, it seems like we're friends. The girl ask me again, "so are you dating her?" I say, "I wouldn't mind trying again." which pleasantly surprises the girl. She sits closer to me and is really happy.
 
(I can't believe I almost forgot all of these details, including the time traveling aspect of visiting my Dad... But as I came to write what I *did* remember, the above journal automatically popped back into my head. Below is what I remembered upon waking)

I'm witnessing a few of these friends from the past playing a handshake game of some sort. It involves slapping each others hands, intentionally causing stinging sensation on the skin. Someone's keeping points. The people circled around the contestants count it down and sing, "Tres.... Aba- De" Each syllable is a slap to the other persons hand. Two people stand apart and in front of each other like you would arm wrestling. Someone is speaking spanish of some sort and counts down until they say GO- the audience begins to sing and with the word "Tres" each contestant slaps and grabs the others right hand. Then they descend, taking the left hand underneath the right and slapping it as hard as they can to the sound "Ah" letting go of the right hand, bringing it under the left and slapping the others(hand) to the syllable "ba"- then releasing the left grip and quickly moving under the right hand slapping the final sound "De." They repeat this "Tres Aba De" Which repeats the descending handshake/slapping game. Each syllable is met with a slap to the other persons hands.

It's my turn to play as the score keeper calls me into the circle and pairs me up against someone else. Some fuzzy memory here of the person I'm being paired up against. It feels like we're in a specials needs group as we try to understand the game.