i remember when I was little I used to have this nightmare where my father and I were walking down my porch steps, and he wanted me to carry this bucket for him. so I pick up this empty ice cream bucket and start down the stairs, but then I notice it is full of snakes, and I spend the whole dream carrying this bucket of snakes down the stairs, trying not to get bitten.

On a more pleasant note, I used to have LOTS of dreams about driving. And I didn't have a clue what
I was doing, and the breaks didn't work, but it wasn't scary, really. I just drove around a lot.