When I was little, I had a recurring dream wherein I would be riding in the backseat of a car driven by my family, through forests and wooded fields, and at some point I would peek around the bucket seat and find that there was no one driving, and there was nothing I could do, and the car would crash into a tree ... or worse, not stop at all, just keep going and going, and I would be stuck in the car forever.
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