Dream a Bunch of Little Dreams

Last night:
I dreamt that I went home for a few days and drove my car, but I was really out of practice and it was pretty disastrous. On the plus side, I'm pretty sure I didn't strike anyone. Also, I was mad that I went home because I didn't want to go home because I knew if I went home I might not want to come back. Which wasn't true, I did want to come back so it didn't make sense to be mad that I had come home when the reason I didn't want to come home was moot.

A couple of nights ago:
I dreamt that I was sick and couldn't breathe.

Several nights ago:
I dreamt that I was in Coburn's class again but for some reason he was a little kid, sort of Doogie Howser-ish, still the teacher but more running around, yelling and blowing stuff up. Notice I said more because grown-up Coburn does plenty of that already.

I had another dream that night that I got a shift at another ride, Expedition Everest, but I was freaking out because I've never been trained on Expedition Everest.

Finally, I had a third dream in which I was alive as both my current self and as a baby, about 6 months old since I was crawling but not walking yet. My current self wanted to study my baby self through interactive play to see if any current attributes were present at that age.