Slackerprep, a college student I had the unfortunate luck to be grouped with back in 2000, featured in my vivid dream this morning. He was driving the Mystery Machine, and tried backing it out of my parents' driveway. No luck. So he turned it around, backed up down to the very bottom of the driveway (crashing into a sheet of plywood sticking out from the brick pile) and zoomed upwards ... and rolled the thing, crashing it into the raspberry brambles in front of Mama's pottery shed.
Then he got irate about missing his connections and didn't want to deal with filing any insurance report.
I was pissed.
Dealing With Irresponsible Assholes is always a nightmare.