Dream About Chaotic Road Trip

I was on a road trip with my family, riding on a snowy(?) rocky cliff. My mom had a red bull in her hand and was laughing about something (I’m pretty sure she made a joke of some kind to her gf) Her girlfriend, let’s call her K, was in the driver’s seat but something caught her attention and she was no longer paying attention to the wheel. I don’t remember what it was that made her stop. Anyways, my mom was reaching over to control the car, still laughing a bit from the joke, messing with the gear shift, trying to put it in drive, and clicked on the brakes quickly. It was still in reverse and the sudden shock from the random movement made us laugh. My mom messed with the gear shift once more and then, with full confidence, pressed down on the pedal. Turns out she didn’t get the car out of reverse and we sped backwards, almost running off the cliff. The car toppled over and rolled a little bit before stopping. Outside of our windows we could see down the cliff; we were hanging off by the very edge. We were shifting in the car, trying to make it roll back over, all while giggling and squealing as if it was a roller coaster ride. A time skip happened and I was in school, walking to class. One of my teachers, I’ll call him Mr. L, was shouting for students to get to their classes in his usual monotone voice. I went to his class and sat down in one of the seats. I’m real life, Mr.L’s classroom is a bit more hidden away then how it was in the dream, his classroom was both structured and styled very differently, and he wore more casual clothes. In the dream, his room had dim yellow lights around the room instead of using the bright white lights that come with each classroom and the actual room itself was smaller; in an average classroom size. It was a very cozy vibe. I remember the room from a different teacher I had 2 years ago, Ms.V, who had that same room only with far more history posters (considering she’s a history teacher and Mr.L is a agricultural teacher). Anywayss, I was telling my friend, Z, about this crazy road trip I had in which I almost died. Though, it was a different one from the one at the beggining of the dream; it was a school-related trip and something happened to make us sorta teleport to a place that’d normally take us hours (or days) to get to. I know it was school related because I was there with people my age that I didn’t really know and we each had a packet of paper we were writing on. I don’t remember how the car-trip-teleportation thing works though, we just causally risk our lives to explore some place for a few hours I guess. I don’t remember much about the class besides the fact that I was being far more social than I usually was. For some reason I didn’t go to any other of my 7 classes, it was only Mr.L’s that I’d go to. Anyways, different day, I go to Mr.L’s class while he’s shouting the same things, per usual. The only thing that wasn’t usual was that he had beard (not a long one at all, it was very short and pretty dark) and he was wearing some sort of hippie clothing (he had a colorful bandana wrapped around his head, sunglasses on, and very baggy clothing. His style in real life is drastically different; he typically just wears a dark blue button up with blue jeans). The same thing happened the way it did the day before; I went over to Z, shared a story about a chaotic road trip that a lot of others were interested in as well, got social, and eventually left for home. The end.