A relaxing walk along the river with friends, these are people I only know within my dreams. The day is sunny and warm, blue sky and white fluffy clouds.

The river is fast flowing and very clear with grasses and reeds growing up though the water in places. There are 2 dogs swimming in the river, Afghan hounds I think. The dogs are swimming with two other people. One of the dogs has shorter hair and swims for a few minutes then plays dead, not moving at all, just floating in the water looking at the river bed. Once touched and stroked he come alive again and continues to play.

Three guys are crouching by the river’s bank side looking something on the ground. I am standing on the rivers edge calling one of the dogs to come to me. The dog does no more and jumps up onto the bank. Its next move is obvious to me, however the three fellas crouching on the ground seem not to see the dog coming their way. I run a feet away from them, the dog begins to shake and the result is the guys get absolutely soaked! We all look back to see the water dripping from their bodies. We all fall about laughing at their expense.