WATERSHED

I dreamt I was walking in the mountains where I came to, in fact was in the flow of, river rapids with a massive waterfall ahead and certain death. As I made my way back I thought to call a lesbian I once knew to helicopter airlift me with the coordinates from my cellphone’s GPS footprint. I then came to a bar called the Indian word for peace (?) and the barman wrote the phone number down in chalk on a black board with the name of the bar.