Packing the crew truck in loops

I keep dreaming I'm packing the crew truck, same motion over and over, but every time I turn around there's one more thing I forgot—the spanner, the med kit, somebody's photo. The truck is the same one from my last season, but the driveway is my mother's driveway. I wake up at 4 a.m. with my hands flat on the nightstand like they're reaching for a latch.