Driving with my eyes closed

I remember a dream I had a several days ago. I was driving home from some undetermined location and feeling bored in the car, so I decided to whip out a Sudoku puzzle to pass the time. I tried holding the paper against the steering wheel while I was driving, but the pencil kept poking through the paper, and my arms felt cramped in the small space. In order to get more comfortable, I decided to recline my seat all the way back so that the drivers seat was flat. I then unbuckled and flipped onto my stomach so that I was laying with my head at the back of the car. I placed the Soduko puzzle on the back seat and went to town. In order to steer as I worked on the puzzle, I put my ankles through the steering wheel handles and maneuvered the car with my feet, and despite the fact that I was no longer working the gas pedal, the car continued at the same speed. I wasn't watching the road, but I wasn't worried about crashing because it was a fairly straight road and I knew it well enough that I could remember where there were slight turns.

Had I been attempting this stunt in real life, I would have been a nervous mess, but I wasn't anxious. It was an extremely peaceful dream. Driving like that was like flying. It was almost like the Sunday afternoon cat naps I used to take with the dog in the sunny spot at our front door except for the speed. I'm pretty sure it was a Sunday actually. I'm not sure why. It just felt like Sunday. Lazy and warm and a little depressing because of Monday's foreboding shadow. I could feel my body being whisked down the road as I traced the steering wheel with my toes and thought about absolutely nothing in a hazy-dazy state. In that way, it was more like a childhood car ride home from vacation. The hum of the motor and the buzz of the radio would lull me into a half sleep. When the engine was turned off and we were home again, I would keep my eyes closed even though I wasn't actually sleeping, so that my mom would coo over me and carry me inside to my bed. In my dream however, my eyes were open. Every once in awhile I would look over my shoulder to make sure that the car was still on the road. Each time I looked, it was perfectly in line behind a PT Cruiser trimmed with faux-wood paneling.

I finally finished the Sudoku I had been working on and turned back around to find that the car was still traveling perfectly along with the rest of traffic. I also happened at the same part of the road that I was at when I first turned around. I resumed the Responsible Driver position and continued on my way home. I saw a car some 200ft ahead of me waiting to turn left onto the road I was traveling. There was a gap between the PT and the preceding car, so the SUV to the right took the opportunity to pull out. He started coming at me head on in my lane. I suddenly realized, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, that I was driving in the left lane; the PT was no longer in front of me, but beside me. It felt like one of those "I got to school and realized I didn't have pants on" dreams. I tried to get over to the right lane, but the man driving that beaver-whack Cruiser wouldn't let me in. I was about 10ft from the SUV, still traveling at full speed, and then I was awake, eyes open, sheets tossed, staring at my ceiling.