Not really knowing about the dream

I had a dream this morning where I was driving south into southern Florida (and I thought I was going to Pensacola to visit my friend Laura. I rearrange geography -- and buildings, but few laws of physics) while dreaming.

Other than the joys of driving and the (to me) beautiful sandy, marshy Florida wildness, I remember a point where I found myself pushing a wheelchair down a dirt road. The road kept getting softer and sandier until pushing the wheelchair was nearly impossible.

I looked down in the wheelchair. It was empty. I wasn't taking anyone anywhere. I didn't need to be pushing a wheelchair. I wasn't making any time to my destination this way. And I left the van, which could have handled the road, back up the road behind me. I went back, got in the van and drove away.