Shopping - examining pyjamas, later some sort of fancy European contraption that was, among other things, a slow-cooker (and better at it than other slow-cooker-only appliances). I think my eldest brother was around during part of this.
Later, I realized I was in a vehicle, rushing down the street near my childhood home. No one appeared to be in the driver's seat, so I panicked and tried to get up from where I was sitting/lying in the back seat area (which was larger, more like a truck cab's area). I had trouble, as I had some sort of sheet or blanket wrapped around me. As I struggled to get up enough to somehow scramble forward to take control of the vehicle (I wanted to either turn right onto the actual road my childhood/parents' home is on, or at least if not that, be able to reach forward to steer to keep us from running off the road where it curved further down, as surely we would fly off the road at the speed we were going), my eldest brother seemed to be to my right. He said, not without sympathy (though with a somehow amused tinge to it), 'I tell you, it's possible!' But, foiled in my attempt to scramble up, assuming we were about to crash, I yelled in mingled fear and frustration...
...and woke up, my bed sheets wrapped around me, and a very full bladder.
Go figure.
Later, I realized I was in a vehicle, rushing down the street near my childhood home. No one appeared to be in the driver's seat, so I panicked and tried to get up from where I was sitting/lying in the back seat area (which was larger, more like a truck cab's area). I had trouble, as I had some sort of sheet or blanket wrapped around me. As I struggled to get up enough to somehow scramble forward to take control of the vehicle (I wanted to either turn right onto the actual road my childhood/parents' home is on, or at least if not that, be able to reach forward to steer to keep us from running off the road where it curved further down, as surely we would fly off the road at the speed we were going), my eldest brother seemed to be to my right. He said, not without sympathy (though with a somehow amused tinge to it), 'I tell you, it's possible!' But, foiled in my attempt to scramble up, assuming we were about to crash, I yelled in mingled fear and frustration...
...and woke up, my bed sheets wrapped around me, and a very full bladder.
Go figure.