I rode my bike right over a cliff (in my dream).

So, I had this fascinating dream the other morning.

I was on a bicycle coming down a mountain road and my route took me through this kind of posh neighbourhood. I was heading down a steep hill really fast and before I realised it, I was on a short driveway beside this house (the road had turned) and I was going too fast to turn before I went right over a cliff! I looked down and saw a ~30' foot drop. My first thought, naturally was "Oh, well. I'm FUCKED!", but the cliff was actually by a lake. My next thought was "Okay, so there's a chance. Well either I'm still fucked or this will be one hell of a story." As I fell, I kicked away the bike and managed to keep my shod feet below me (Yeah, I was wearing shoes. I guess that's how you can tell it was a dream). There wasn't time to shrug off my backpack so I hoped that maybe it would help slow me down once I hit the water and keep me from going too deep, and not dislocate my shoulders on impact (while simultaneously hoping the water was deep enough to absorb my fall, and not have me shattering limbs on the lake bottom). The fall still took it's sweet time, and then finally SPLOOSH!
And...
It all turned out okay. I didn't go very deep (yay) and the shoes kept the impact with the lake surface from hurting my feet. Once I got my bearings, I kicked off the shoes, shrugged off the backpack, made my way up to the surface and swam to the shore. There was a dock and I figured out that this part of the lakefront belonged to the house whose driveway I zoomed through on my way to the cliff. I climbed the stairs back to the house and knocked on the door, soaking wet. Someone answered and I said "Hi!, Um, I just rode my bike over your cliff there into the lake."
The people were very concerned and helpful.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?"
"I suppose... I'm not really sure though. I guess it's a good sign that I made it out and up here, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need *some* help."

They led me to their kitchen and went to go call for help. I was actually wondering whether or not my bicycle was salvageable, and then realised that meant I was in some heavy denial about how serious this was.

Then my Mom came in.
"Hey Mom! Guess what? I just rode my bike over a thirty foot cliff and lived. It's probably a good thing you're not around any more because you'd probably kill me yourself for doing something so dumb."

My Mom rolled her eyes and said "Och!"
(Which was her go-to phrase when she didn't know what to do with me. She used it ALOT!)

And then I woke up.