he is a water sign

My first bit of dream is back in my high school neighborhood. I am at the home of my good friend, V. I am with her mom who is still visibly wounded by the loss of her oldest daughter. She asks a favor of me: acquire V's death certificate and then bring it to school so that her death is confirmed and she will not be listed as a delinquent. I do as asked and when I am holding the slip of death I notice that it lists V's death as July 1, 1991 (she was killed 10 years later, in real life) and I am confused, but seeing her mother torn by grief I decide not to bring up the discrepancy. Plus, I have no idea what year this dream is taking place --- it feels older, but I have no reference outside of the certificate.

In the next bit, me and a few others are chasing a husky golden retriever up a massive hill. There are plunges and holes so we must be careful. The dog is in frolic-y heaven. Once at the top, we turn and look back and in the middle of the faded-grassy field there is a pool of silver-blue water. One-by-one by cohorts dive in. I'm a little less bold. It takes me whole minutes to decide to do it. Once I pierce the skin of the water I feel weightless as imagined. My husband soon appears and we begin having sex underwater. After a few clumsy attempts, my husband stands up, annoyed, and exclaims, "Well, that settles it --- we're definitely married now!"