the first one involved my being on some weird mission in africa
that involved my leading people down a river towards the ocean.
I can't remember if everyone was swimming or not, but I had to be.
I was mostly doing the breast stroke, but it was in a river and
the current would occasionally force my head underwater at a bad
time so I kept getting mouthfuls of icky river water. :P finnaly
oops, finally, I got to this point where the river turns and then
has a 30' fall, and I had to scramble to stop and get out of the
river. it was very cloudy and cold (typical Santa Cruz weather,
though I don't know why that appeared in my African setting).

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the other dream was very much worse. I was going to a shopping mall
with snozer to get my hair cut (or maybe it was to get his hair cut).
We were riding the bus there and I ran into this friend of mine (who
was an entirely fictional person made up for the dream). It was a
Thursday...and she broke the news to me: matthew had committed suicide
while on a bus. or rather, he died while riding the bus; and this
had happened the previous Monday. He had done it by taking either
a slow-acting or time-release poison, and just keeled over on the
bus.

of course when we got to the mall, we were a little distracted, and we
went into some eating establishment to sit down and have a drink or
something to calm down. we had been sitting there maybe 5-10 minutes
when matthew walks in and sits down with us! but he had been dead for
4 days already! he explained that he had neglected to leave a suicide
note and so he had to come back and take care of that before he left
for [wherever. the afterlife?]

at this point snozer went to call the police.

matthew asked for a piece of paper and writing utensil, and all we could
come up with was notebook paper and one of those washable transparency
pens. so he started trying to write a suicide note, sort of in a report
form, and dated it the date of the previous monday. and then the cops
arrived and sat down at our table. one was a plain-clothes lieutenant,
and one was a uniformed officer. matthew calmly explained how logical
it was that he was utterly unable to write down or even acknoledge the
existence of any calendar date after his own death, but the lieutenant
thought that was bullshit, because how could this guy be dead when he was
sitting right here in front of us all?

it was about here that I realized, I really didn't like this dream, and
I ought to wake up. matthew was arguing with the officer about the date,
and I was arguing with the officer about the state of matthew's life, and
this discussion went on in the dream until I woke myself up.