I had a weird dream. IRL it was raining, but in the dream it was a sunny evening.
I had been touring or wandering through an area of suburbia, then walked into a park.
There was an overgrown yet somehow sad looking flowering bush to my left and to my right, a park bench on a grassy knoll.
I stepped toward the bush slightly, and the ground felt soft and loose like cork. I tried raising my foot and changing direction, but the soil broke through into a tunnel and before I woke up, it was a fairly swift descent... The air felt cool and I'd fallen a considerable distance.
Prior to this dream, i dreamed of my mom coming in through my front door. Lol