Bongo Creek

 

I dreamed my I met my friend Brian Murry, aka Bongo, at a creek with a heated sauna. It was integrated so that part was natural creek and part had clean, heated pool water. 

I opted to go in at the steps, kind of an intermediate temperature area, not too hot and not too cold. He decided to jump into the colder part. I was floating around on my back enjoying the placid water. 

For some reason we both were wearing eyeglasses. I looked for him after he dove in and caught a brief glimpse of him at the bottom of the river pool. He looked dead, but I think he was faking it. By the time I got alarmed, he was nowhere to be seen. 

I got out of the water and scouted upstream to see if his body had washed out somewhere. Nope. I went back down to the bridge as a roaming band of Asian gang members strolled by in the shallows. I thought the were going to claim the area as their territory, but they just kept going. 

I looked back at the underside of the creek where the bridge and the bank made a natural, cave-like shelter. Bongo was kicking back under it and feeling pleased with himself for having fooled me and eluded the gang members with his disappearing act. I made my way in his direction but that was about it.

Oh, damn. Now I'm also remembering a bit of the dream before that. My next door neighbor was having a smoky open pit barbecue during  some extremely dry and windy conditions. I was particularly worried so, called him up to chastise him and get him to put the thing out. I mean, why tempt fate on such a windy day? 

Elsewhere, in a different part of the dream, I was assisting a bunch of local law enforcement in trying to solve a murder case. Evidence was being collected, but not cataloged thoroughly, so I lent my critical eye to the hunt. 

I found a bag containing some band-aid wrappers and trace amounts of blood, along with a lone condom wrapper on the ground. I instructed them to save it all. 

"Someone got hurt here," I said, stating the obvious.

That's all the detail I can recollect. Not too cohesive of a storyline. But the fire weather barbecue part concerns me. I have had quite a number of these types of dreams about fires and some have been in advance of actual fire events. Perhaps I should take the warning to be vigilant and remember that only I can prevent forest fires.