It started with Me, my cousin Anne, her husband Chris, and their son Sebastian. We were all sitting on the edge of a raging river, with rapids and violent water, why we were sitting in such a dangerous spot I'll never know. Sebastian somehow fell into the river and began floating farther and farther downstream. When Anne saw her son floating down the river, she started to scream, and her face resembled that of Edvard Munch's "the Scream." Chris jumped to his feet and let out a bellowing yell, as if he was yelling to the gods for taking his child.
I took it upon myself to save the poor child. I started sprinting as fast as I could next to the river to try and pull him from the river. I ran over mountains, literally through a sand dune, leaving a human sized hole in it, and through a forest. Finally I reached a tree overhanging the river, I secured myself to the tree, reached down towards Sebastian and grabbed him.
Upon returning their son, Chris ordered me to go into their Rv with him.
Chris: You see this dog?
He points to a massive german shepherd sitting next him
Chris: This is your dog. Treat him well, and he shall do the same.
Me: Professor Barksworth! Come here!
I then proceeded to frolic with the enormous K9 as the dream slowly faded to black, then just into memory.