A group of other people and I are crossing a river in a sort of traveling caravan when one of the people crossing on a horse is stuck. Rather, his horse's hoof is stuck and they are caught in a turbulent point in the river. Everyone who has already crossed sees what has happened and the few people who are still in the process of crossing are ignoring the man stuck in the middle of the river. I am horrified because the man who is stuck is their leader but none of them seem to care that he is in danger of floundering. In fact, once everyone has crossed, they sit down and wait, watching as the horse exhausts itself trying to get free. I can tell that the attitude is that this is his karma, that they are not going to interfere with things that must be, but I resist the inevitability of what I am witnessing. However, I do stop trying to convince anyone that they have to go out there and save him. I wait. Eventually the river seems to calm down as it freezes over. I continue to wait. Then, when the river has completely frozen over I do what nobody else will do; I walk out onto the river to save the man. He has collapsed by now and, as I draw closer, I realize that his clothing has frozen into the river but I am able to pull him free, tearing some of the fabric to do so. He is huge, massive muscles with a little extra body fat as well but not grotesquely obese. I realize that there is no way I can carry this man back to shore but nobody else will do it so I either must or I wasted time freeing him from the ice. I struggle to lift and drag him across the river but eventually manage to get him lifted and walk slowly, one step at a time, across the ice. When I reach the shore we quickly move to a dwelling where we can all rest. At this point I notice that the man has become a child, a rather chubby child of about 8 or 9 months. One of his important people who serve under him walks in and is at first shocked to see that their leader has become a child but when the child I hold smiles broadly and lets out a loud squeal at the same moment as he has a bowel movement in his diaper, the man knows that this is indeed the leader. I pass the child off, not wanting to clean the now disgusting diaper.