This morning, I dreamed of some dude in like the Grand Canyon, and he set up like a lawnchair on some chunk of rock over the edge to look out or something. Anyway, right as he sat down, the rock broke off, and I saw through his eyes as he looked down at the rock. It slid down a bit and ramped off another bit of cliffside, and was turning in the air. I was thinking, will it reach the water flat like a boat? But it wasn't going to, and I was going to jump off right before it hit, but I was too soon, and I fell a long way and went straight into the river. I went about ten feet down or something, then I held my breath longer than I thought I possibly could, and then I woke up right as I was sucking in air.

It was freaky.