I dreamt of something last night which revolved around a recurring theme - the cars I drive in my dreams can NEVER brake properly!! The weirdest thing is my indifferent reaction to such a panic attack, worst case scenario situation. In my car dreams, I'd realise the brakes feel unusally "loose", as if I can push them in with my little toe (drive barefoot. haha) and the back of my mind goes "Uh-oh, the brake's funny.". Yet, somehow when I'm approaching the vehicle in front, I'd still keep my cool and just keep on stepping on the brakes. My car would move closer and closer to the one in front of me without any sign of the brakes functioning...

Then miraculously, it manages to stop in time before it hits the other damn car.

There are a few interpretations I could make out of these recurring car dreams, I suppose.
1. I have really good traffic karma.
2. I am indeed as cool as a cucumber and remain unfazed even under Fear Factor conditions.
3. I have schizoprenia and my "license" is one that merely exists in my imagination.

It feels weird to be talking about driving when the last time I touched my dad's car from the driver's seat was more than 7, 8 months ago? Oh wait wait, I think I sat in the driver's seat a few weeks back and meddled with the clutch and stuff while my parents were out of the car getting some grocery done. OMG. CHEAP THRILL. I considered "re-parking" the car for revision, but too many people were waiting for parking lots and movement from anyone who might look remotely like a car owner aroused much interest and engine-purring. So, I crawled back to the back seat. :(

On the same note but separate tone now. To me, the passenger seat must be saved for special people. Someone should really write a sequel for Serendipity except this time round the couple meets through hitchhiking and not at a skating ring.

I can't bloody skate.