Funniest dream I ever had was a couple years after I started driving, while I was home from college. In the interest of fairness I should note that my father in real life is nowhere near as annoying as he was in the dream.
We got a call at the house from my dad on his cell phone, telling us that his truck had broken down on the freeway (something that had happened twice in real life by this point) and that I was to pick him up.
He gave me the rather-simple directions of where to find him and made me swear I had written them down and read them back to him twice to make sure I had it right. Grumbling to myself, I got in my car and set off.
Two hours later, I'm in the middle of the desert (which is rather odd, as this story takes place in Northern California). I pull over and get out the map to figure out where I am. I'm interrupted by a knocking at my window. I roll it down and there's Dad, furious. He shows me where I am, and where he is, and tells me in exquisite detail what I did wrong. Then with a "pop" he disappears and I start up the car to drive back to the Bay Area to pick him up.
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