A dream that perfectly transitioned into reality

I behold you a brief relation of a surrealism in the clouds.

It is my earliest dream I remember. Riding in a minivan on a street high in the clouds. Thereupon at a stoplight, I take notice of a man waving his elbow selling things. I open the door and run out to see what he has in store. But, on the way, I slip through the clouds and fall out of the sky. Falling toward my house, I break through the roof and land right in my bed.

Coincidently, this is right when I woke up, so it seemed just like I actually did fall right into my bed.