There was this old brown sedan that Dad used a lot. One day while I was borrowing it to go somewhere I took a turn too tight and flipped it over.

Mom was at home with us. This was another dream where it was well-known that she had died but as it turned out she could visit us whenever she wanted, and, it seemed, as long as she wanted. "Can everyone else see her?" I wondered. It seemed they probably could. She couldn't do physical work, but I think she was providing moral support and advice to figuring out the car situation.

EarthIT something...never officially quit. Somebody complained that I was always teleporting in and out of the office and wrecking the couch. This was bullshit because I was definitely not teleporting in and out; actually I hadn't been there much at all, lately, and while I had certainly contributed to wear and tear on the couch, the upholstery had been in rough shape for a long time. It's not like I was teleporting in and trashing it every night.