My father died suddenly 10 years ago. I still dream about him sometimes. Last night I dreamed he was alive again, and I hugged him and said I was sorry we never had a very good relationship. He said it was okay, and that he would stay with us for a while, which I was happy to hear. I asked him a few questions about "the other side," and although he answered some of them (like he was okay there), he refused to answer if God actually existed. Anyway, I was glad to see that he looked much happier than he used to when he was alive.
Then I had another dream. I was in an old city full of pretty buildings. I don't remember how it happened, but I went into a house and met this old man who gave me an ancient and deadly weapon. It was... a yo-yo. It had a very long twine that never seemed to get tangled. And it had a mind of its own!!
So, how did the yo-yo work as a weapon? you may be wondering now. Well, that's what I tried to figure out within the dream. I supposed I could use the yo-yo to knock people out, though that seemed pretty slow and inefficient, but after a while I met some evil dudes, and then the yo-yo jumped from my hand (I was still holding the twine) and hit all my enemies right in the forehead, leaving them unconscious.
Who would have thought a yo-yo would be so cool??