I don't dream all the time, but when I do, they follow a similar pattern, presumably due to my working life.
For a large chunk of it, I was driving 40 ton articulated vehicles all over Europe, for an even larger chunk, I was driving a Black Cab in London.
In my dreams, I am often sitting at the wheel of a huge truck, but I'm on a taxi rank with it, or cruising the streets of London.
In these dreams I often pick up passengers, and I engage the meter which is miraculously in the head lining of the truck.
Then, knowing London like the back of my hand, I proceed to take the passengers to their destination, but inevitably end up in a narrow street, too small for the truck, so I get the passengers out and tell them to follow me on foot, sometimes going up and down ladders.
Even in my sleep, the realisation dawns on me that I'm unlikely to get paid for this dog's breakfast of a taxi trip, and I wake up thinking, "How the **** did I end up in Shepherd Market, Mayfair going to the Hilton, Park Lane, when I could have got down Curzon Street with the truck?
So my conscious mind must be riding along just above my sub-conscious mind in these dreams.