Slow posting, and I remember this now so I may as well write my dream notes. From this week but I don't remember which day. 1/2:

This starts out in the garage of a house I don't live it. With my dreams, that means two things: one is the 'labels' -- the script given to the character that played me in the movie explicated that I wasn't famaliar with the place, and also I don't in hindsight recall it except the sloping ramps, all crammed with five lanes of cars turning into two lanes of egress were laid out like a ferry. But it was clearly the inside of a land-bound building, and I wasn't "driving" I was standing on a ramp (or bar? Like on the sides of giant pickups) that had been added to the toyota camry's back end. Another bar at chest height provided the controls and a way to hang on to the car.
It worked sort of like a dogsled, but clearly a particular car; in the real world it had died several times over and eventually was given to a relative down on his luck who successfully drove the V6 automatic car over a mountain range. Where it died again, but more slowly until he gave it to a neighbor to part out. Anyway, it was that car.
When the garage opened, I found that we were RIGHT NEXT to a coffee shop, like starbucks or blackrock or whatever. And my car had speakers (don't ask how this was supposed to work it just did) at the front of the hood; a hands-free set primarily but might have been part of the overall control scheme. It wasn't specified.
As I exited, I am not surprised to hear the barrista's voice blare out from here WiFi headphone out of the hands-free set (20' away). I should specify now that I actually remember none of the dialogue literally except for one line much later. But the tone and duration I have aright.
"I'm prepared to accept a string of words; this is <coffee place*>"

*I honestly don't think it was specified in the dream The road was narrow, unpopulated -- and like the ferry analogy a bunch of cars were pouring out and I didn't know where I was going so I guessed. Left, down a small two-lane country road with large decidous trees (those are unnatural here so it screamed "suburbs" because we only have evergreens ... without a great deal of effort). Postage stamp lawns, and not a driveway calling to me. The barrista was clearly still waiting though.

>I'm not in line, and I apologize for the misunderstanding. I was parked near and your equipment is confused.
Answered with a hopeful "Confusion does not preclude coffee! I'd have recommendations but I've never seen your car before and indeed believe I still haven't. How shall you expect cafffiene, tea, or ice drink today?"
My weight on the back caused the large car to sway ponderously up and down and the natural not-bumps of a country road were magnified by the odd steering arrangement.
>I'm not going to order. I'm just here to drop off something for a friend, and no part of my trip goes through your drive-through. In fact I expect to be out of range soon, so I should say goodbye now while I have the chance."
I had turned and turned again, and was almost on a city street. There was a steep hill to my left as I went back to towards the garage in general; the hill had been hinted at as I left but now it was clear this was an island of sorts, and as with any land near water, it was all uphill to get to it.
"Oh! I approach the comprehension described by ... and doggonit if I can't remember but the name of the movie is of course where we get the common idiom for cases like these. Searching, loss, distance, money these are alll a part of the image of the meme provided ... wait I have it now."
At this point I had turned left, nearly the same path as if I had gone straight up from the garage at the start. It was steep, but there were five lanes available though this early in the morning there were only a couple more cars in total.