Its been too many days, but I dreamed the other night I was in a parking lot in my Tiburon trying to back into a parking space or something, when instead, I jumped the curb and started slaloming backwards through a downhill forested area. My foot was pressed firmly on the brakes, but it was either too steep, too muddy, or both, to stop my increase in speed. I looked at the speedometer and it read 20 miles an hour. I pulled the emergency brake to no avail - all four wheels were locked up tight but my speed increased to 40 miles an hour as I tried to steer around the trees while sliding backwards in my car.
I haven't had one of these dreams in a long time. I wonder what the hell my subconscious is up to, because my waking life is fantastic!