I dreamt I was leaving someplace to go home. I drove down the street of a big city to find an on-ramp to the freeway. Then, I was driving at high speed down the freeway, with six lanes to choose from. Everything okay so far. Oh, some of the drivers on the street seemed to be going the wrong way, but I didn't have any trouble. And though my car seemed odd, somehow -- kind of full of junk -- I was driving it fine.
Then I realized that I was kneeling on the seat, facing backwards, with my foot extended behind me to reach the pedals and my hand on the wheel at my back. The junk was the stuff in the back seat. I was looking out the back window, driving 60 mph, changing lanes, just tooling along. But as soon as I realized I was backing up -- as soon as I realized my brain was reversing everything in order to drive backwards -- I couldn't do it any longer. Once I had to think about what I was doing, I started to oversteer. Trying to slow down, change lanes, and find an exit while driving backwards was frightening.
Of course, in real life, I don't think I could go 60 mph in reverse. Those things don't matter in dreams. But my real-life difficulty in backing up straight was certainly magnified in the dream scenario.
Some days, it's good to wake up and face a new day.