I was hiking at some sort of Desert/volcano national park that had a resort inside the volcano. I got lost for a while and finally made it back to my car and began driving up the mountain. At the top where the opening of the volcano was there was a sharp turn and I was going way to fast. I went straight through the guard rail and plummeted towards a lava lake. Somehow I was ejected from the car and was sure I was about to die. But as dying in dreams never actually happens, I began to glide off of the hot air rising off of the lava. There was a bar built into the side of the rock and I barely landed up there, kicking joe Rogan in the back. And that is how I met Joe Rogan in my dream.