In my dreams, I am a horrible driver. Not even that in dreams I disobey traffic laws and swerve all over the place - usually my car enforces a lot more power than I do and the brakes don't work at all/all that well no matter how hard I push down on them, thus causing me to usually swerve.
Last night I dreamt I was backing my dad's old truck into a parking space [something I have been trying to do a lot more lately in my own dear Mabel] and this person was standing off to the side cheering me on on how well I was handling the truck - until I backed up too far through the drive through spot and had to pull forward again. I feel like the connection with this is I always seem to do perfectly peachy backing in when I'm by myself or with Kyle. Anyone else and I usually either have to give up or try try again. It's uncanny and highly irritating.
Something that is also irritating are leany back offices chairs that you can't sit up straight and type in and just makes your back hurt if you try. Not cool.
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