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I dreamed that I was hiking with my family down a calm river shaded by trees when I spotted a wallet floating on the water.  The current slowly carried it over to the bank where I stood, and I picked it up.  I began looking through the wallet for identification and found that its owner was named River Bus.  I commented that it was a funny name.

I intended to post on a community webpage that I had River Bus's wallet, but then the dream shifted so that the river was running right behind the porch of what was supposed to be my house.  The river had become narrower and shallower, but the embankment had become about six feet deep.  I found my wife trying to build a bridge of loose boards laid across the stream (almost like a Lego Star Wars bridge shifted by a Jedi).  I tried to hold my end of the bridge while my wife secured the other end, but it slipped and fell into the water.  I took off my shoes and socks and reluctantly climbed down the embankment into the water to retrieve the fallen bridge which had then become a solid piece of alumninum scaffolding.  I lifted it up and secured it, which pleased my wife.

I then found myself back in the first river area.  The water behind my house had been clear but here the water had become murky, and there were more trees than before.  I decided to jump across to the opposite bank and my son C-Ko followed me.  We both fell as we stepped into an unexpected dropoff.  I grabbed hold of C-Ko, and then we were propelled across the water as if some force was trying to keep us afloat.  Our tragectory curved as I willed us back toward the bank, hoping we'd reach it before we sank.

Then I was awoken by my alarm.