My Dad, The Yo-Yo Master

For some reason, i decided to drive up to San Luis Obispo to randomly visit Jimmy. As soon as i got there, I saw Brad. He came up to me and said, "hey man! it's good to see you again!" I agreed, and i asked him what he was doing there. He told me he was picking up some of Jimmy's free stuff that he was giving away because he was moving. We went inside the house, and we sat down next to the bar with some cute girls...well, he sat down, but there were no more chairs left, so i just kinda squated. He introduced me to all the girls, and suddenly, i noticed, that while i was squatting, i was holding a chair. I was stoked that i now had something to sit in. At some point, a few of us decided to walk down to the beach. There was a canopy area on the inland side of the railroad tracks that we hung out at for a while, and it seemed like all new people at this point. There was some weird stuff that went on there including a guy running around doing flying kicks, but i don't remember much else from that part. We walked by a group of lifeguards, and somebody said we were "starwatching" or something like they were celebrities or something, but i changed it to "crosswatching" because they were lifeguards, and they all wore the red crosses on their bathing suits. They were all hot at first, but as we walked forward, we saw a bunch of naked fatties taking showers. After that, we crossed the tracks to get on the beach, and by this time, i was mostly with my family. I layed down on the beach, and near where my mom was, i saw my dad yo-yoing. "Oh, cool," i thought, so i watched him yo-yo for a while, and he was doing some really cool stuff (beyond his and my skill levels). At first, he was wearing a blue and grey striped shirt that he used to wear all the time, then he was wearing a brown striped shirt, and then he was wearing a black shirt that said, "Big Five O". While wearing that shirt, he stopped yo-yoing, he started walking around where i was, and the reverie within the dream began to fade. He layed down a few feet from me on the other side. I got up to look at that spot, and there was a big black guy wearing a "Big Five O" shirt. Then, i looked at where my dad had been standing before, and there was ANOTHER black guy in a "Big Five O" shirt. I thought that was so cool how that vision worked, and i told my family about it while i was still in the dream. My sister said something like, "oh, so he looked healthy?" I told her, "Of course he did, he always does in my dreams." But she kept pushing the subject, "He always looks really sick in my dreams." So i finally snapped at her, "I guess that's why i didn't go see him after he died!" She responded to that by just kinda matter-of-factly saying, "I guess you're right, it is my fault." Right then, there was a funeral starting on the beach, and that's about when i woke up.