Fragmented
Definitely fragmented dream. I more passed out than fell asleep last night with the TV still going and my lights probably still on. Thankfully I remembered to shut down my laptop.
Anyways. I sort of think Demolition Man was on the TV, but the parts I’m thinking about now weren’t in the movie, so either my memory of the movie is off, or I was already in dream-land and was making up the movie as I went along.
At some point I was at the top of a really high cliff overlooking a great looking body of water. Went running off the cliff and diving in, along with some male companion I couldn’t recognize, and now can’t remember.
When we hit the water, all of a sudden we were not in some nautral water wonderland, but in someone’s pool. I was swimming around, hit the shallow end, tried to swim underwater until I got to the deep end again, but someone had either held me back, or held me down, and told me if I wanted to swim I needed to stay in the deep end.
Then I woke up and realized I slept with the TV on (lights were off, thanks Mom!) and still fully clothed. Didn’t bother undressing, just turned off the TV and rolled back over. Oops 
