Many years ago when I worked at a law office, I got hooked on playing flight simulator (I got home at exactly the same time if I left 30 minutes later than 5pm -- traffic). One time I was trying to bomb the enemy airfield, and did that. Unfortunately, I had landed on their runway and blew myself up, too. I knew then flying was not my thing. Then, around Christmas time I was stuck in a really jammed parking lot, and found myself pulling back on the steering wheel, instinctively trying to get above the crowd. That's when I gave up the game altogether. My brain was trying to meld two universes.