This was a dream I had a few months ago and I really liked it but it was so odd. (That black stick is me(since this was in 1st person)). I walking around in a clam forest when I noticed a river. On the other side was a boy, witch had a long purple sweater on with fingerless gloves. He kept his feet in the water and rarely stoped to talk to me. I thought of him as one of the most closest friend I ever had and wanted to cross the river to make it to him, but I couldn’t swim with out eye and nose protector goggles. A few days past and when I returned to see him is face was almost lifeless, this scared me to death and then I woke up. I’m not sure if he is dead, but I hope not.