Dream of mother

I was in the car with my mother as she drove along a narrow road. On either side of the road were sheer cliffs, dropping off to the sea. I could see the faces of the cliffs, looking like walls of red cobblestones. As we drove, we came to a sharp turn. We didn’t turn in time, and went tumbling out, into open air. I remembered a few things I’d seen regarding dreams, that blinking would wake one up, a comic saying that waking up before hitting the ground was an unwritten rule. I blinked once, but nothing happened. Panicking, I blinked again. This time, it worked.