I had gotten up after my alarms had been going off frequently, and driving to school with Mom in the car. Many cars were in the wrong lane, sometimes I couldn't see for the rear view mirror, and sometimes there were 3 lanes.
Eventually we got to our destination, got out, and the car turned into a lzy boy chair. The british guards who were there remotely activated it's motor and it drove slowly into a parking space. We walked around for a bit, when, for some reason, I realized I was dreaming.
I told my parents this, and then began looking around for something to do. Shortly later, I woke up.
Posted by Trevor Savage at October 1, 2003 7:16 AM