Dreaming of driving

  I've been watching the new Sherlock on BBC, and it's all kinds of good.  With the new season they've introduced the modern Irene Adler.  She's cunning, manipulative and everything Holmes could ask for in an adversary.  It might be an attractive thought to some that they could find someone who matches them so completely, but while Sherlock and Irene may not have exactly been enemies they certainly weren't friends.  Whatever mutual understanding there was between them was also paired with the knowledge that they could never completely trust each other either.  To me, the prospect of having that kind of relationship develop with someone is synonymous with losing a friend.

I've been dreaming a lot of driving lately.

  I was driving through town, while at the same time trying to drive the truck ahead of me by remote control.  It was difficult, but I was managing it suprisingly well.  Until a traffic light turned red just after the truck passed through the intersection but before I could make it through.  Driving the truck without being able to see it was much more difficult, and within a few seconds I'd managed to crash it into the median.
  When the light had changed again, I drove within sight of the truck again and was dismayed to see that a police car had already pulled up beside it.  I was forced to drive past the accident.
  I next found myself entering a lab of some sort.  It hadn't been apparent before, but I then realized that we were doing various experiments in vehicle control.  Julie, my blond partner, and I were working under a dark-haired supervisor.
  Julie immediately pulled me aside and whispered, "Something's wrong.  I haven't heard from the home office in more than a week."  I shushed her as I saw the supervisor heading our way.
  "I lost the truck," I said immediately, to divert his attention from Julie as she tried to look busy.
  "I saw," he said, waving his hand dismissively.  "It doesn't matter.  We're going to Phase 3 now."
  Julie turned toward us from her computer.  "It isn't ready!" she cried.
  "I don't care!" the supervisor exclaimed.  "This is our last chance to make it work or they'll shut us down."
  Personally, I wasn't so sure that would be a bad thing, but I kept my mouth shut.
  The next thing I knew, both Julie and I were being hooked up to a machine via wires inserted into our arms and the backs of our necks.  "Julie isn't prepped for this!" I protested, but the supervisor ignored me and activated the machine.
  Julie became unnaturally pale as connections were made between her and the car.  I knew the same thing was happening to me.  Suddenly, I became aware of the car as an extension of my consciousness.  It wasn't quite a part of me, but I could easily tell where it was and direct it with my mind.  It was parked outside the building, next to the black car that I could somehow tell was Julie's.
  Inside the lab, I looked under one of the tables from my seated position and saw that the connections to the home office had been severed.  The supervisor hadn't received any orders to start Phase 3, he'd been acting on his own.  Next to me, Julie was getting worse.  Her skin had taken on a grey tone, and she was much thinner now.  She was dying.
  So was I.  I couldn't stand to stop what was happening.  So I did the only thing I could think of, and drove my car through the front windows of the building.  The supervisor ran to the door just as my car crashed into it from the other side, killing him.

Then I woke up.