Speeding in Reverse, Pt. IV

Crazy dreams continue to plague me to the point I'm getting confused as to whether they are rooted in reality when I awake. For example, I dreamed I was listening to one of michelle1963's podcasts where she had a conversation with herself using a stereoscopic microphone to discern the disparate imaginary entities. When I awoke I was amazed I'd dreamed something she'd told me she did, yet had never before experienced when it dawned on me it wasn't real. She doesn't record podcasts. Yet I couldn't remember having previously dreamed that conversation. It was simply a trick of the subconscious mind.

Then I got behind the wheel of the Hippo, turned around to look out the back glass, and began driving backward through a very full hotel parking lot, at one point plowing through four parked cars. But I kept going, and going, and going because the brakes didn't work. Not my finest moment. My wife and kids were there later, in the hotel, of which we seemed to own the penthouse, which was a mix of very quaint, narrow hallways and very large, opulent rooms. We were establishing territory in a 3D game of Risk.

^{Speeding in Reverse, Part I
Speeding in Reverse, Part II
Speeding in Reverse, Part III}