I keep dreaming of the North Atlantic in zero visibility

I keep dreaming I'm back in the back seat, no radar, no GPS, just dead reckoning and a compass that's decided to disagree with everything. I know the fix is wrong but I also know I can't prove it, and the fuel gauge is doing that thing where it looks like it's judging me. I wake up before we land, every time. I'd say it's about trust, but I've never been good at that kind of translation.