I'm inside the living room when suddenly a tow truck drives up on the terrace, I wonder how the towtruck got there, because it's pretty big and our terrace isn't on ground level. I walk towards the window and notice that they've sawed off the edges of our fence and that there's a platform a little lower down, maybe they built a staircase for it I think. It's much further down than it is in reality, maybe 50 meters (dream, not reality). My mother is in the room with me, watching TV, so we move towards the window for a better look. The tow truck plunges through the next fence in the row (we live in connected houses, we're on the edge) but doesn't seem to manage much further. The driver and his wife are speaking about something. They decide to go back down, and suddenly me and my mother are in a trailer attached to the towtruck. It takes the first step in the stair of platforms, and the rear end seems to bend almost to a 90 degree angle with the weight of the trailer attached. It loses grip off the trailer upon bending and we fall down into a ravine below, though it's not a ravine anymore, it's a widely stretched landscape, a large open desert with plenty of cactai and other dry vegetation. It's not a scary fall, despite the length, and when we land nobody gets hurt, we cling on to furniture and manage to stay on the same place. The trailer suddenly starts spinning, as if it had been detached at full speed, and I am left in it. It whirls around a couple of times before I manage to jump out of the open door, do a summersault, and land really profesionally standing up. I'm proud of myself in the dream.

The trailer whirls on and dissapears in the distance, I see my mother standing with the driver and wife a hundred meters away, and I start walking towards them. They're happy that I'm alive and everyone seems happy, and that's when I woke up, at five in the morning.