The river was high, it was the Amazon and a flooding Danube at the same time. And the boat was both a native Amazonian canoe, a long one out of some documentary, and a racing shell, low in the water. It was propelled by an African guy, only he had no oar or paddle in his hands. He sat up front. There was also another guy, a white guy, some movie star, that guy, what was his name? Not Kevin Spacey. Wearing documentary guy explorer gear, hat and vest. Then he was me, and I was in the water swimming for shore next to a lioness also swimming for shore. She was a good swimmer. I took her paw to help her along and felt her large claws. I helped her to shore and waited a while for her to take off and disappear into the jungle and floated a little downstream just to be on the safe side before climbing out myself.

I was very flexible in the dream, and when I woke up my back was a lot better.

But now I have to figure out how to fit a lioness into the novel.