Synergeon

This night I've dreamt a frenetic ride through an impetuous creek over massive trunks. My comrades were Jeff from Community, a guy who was in my classroom in primary school and two kids I'm unable to recognize.
The riding has been quite normal, no memorable emotions, no memorable events... I would like to know why I'm so apathic in my dreams (and not only).
By the way I'm glad the dream was pretty bright: water full of reflections and the sky seemed cloudless and with a shining sun. I've not directly seen the sky, but I know it was kinda like this...
At the end of the riding I fell into water and while I was trying to get on a trunk again I've had a quite gross view of the guy's butt...