Last night I dreamt that my car could fly. It was not a special flying car, it was my car. My 1997 Saturn SL1. All I needed to do was pull back on the steering wheel, and the thing took off. I flew all around a park, played a little frisbee from my flying car and then landed safely to the awe of all around me.
Later in the very same dream, I had to travel to the border of Minnesota and Wisconsin by crawling on my hands and knees. That sucked.
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