Third World Waterslide

I had the strangest dream of my life last night. Myself and three friends were walking down a busy two lane rural road. We walked past a section of road that had been washed out across one and a half lanes by an apparent flood. This did not deter cars from driving through, however. Immediately, one of the three friends came shooting out the end of a water slide, and onto the hard pavement, boucing off it rather harshly, all the while telling me that it was no big deal to do this, but to just make sure I landed right side up. There was water in the slide, but none coming out. The end of that particular slide was directed across the road, so sliders would bounce harshly, then skid across two lanes of traffic. Sliders and traffic paid no mind to each other.
Further down the road, my friends found another water slide, and happily rode it. This slide ended perpendicular to the road as well, though it had water at the bottom. I stood knee deep in water at the end of the slide pool, where I watched my friends shoot out the end of the slides. The strange part was that a seal appeared where my friends had stopped, and was staring at me. I jumped in the water, and felt plants and animals brushing up against me. One of my friends (I have no idea who they were the whole time) pointed out that they were just sea urchins, and that I shouldn’t worry.
All of this seemed to be in a poor third-world country, as the cars and landscape just had that feeling about it, or that was the sense I got from being there.
Very very strange. It might have had something to do with me and Jodi having just watched “Dust to Glory” at SXSW. (There was a Q&A with director Dana Brown afterwards. Cool!)