In my dream world I would have a van that has sliding doors on each side. The inside would be made of materials that I could open up the van and spray the entire contents out with a hose similar to a fire hose.
Okay, in my real dream I am not driving a van, but a cute little sports car that holds four people and is no more than two years old and matches the color of my hair. Oh wait. I had that car, a 1980 Firebird, when I was 18 years old. Time flies.
In the real world, my real world, I'm driving a giant 15 passenger van that cannot seem to keep clean. Maybe that's because I would do anything, and almost pay anything, to stay out of the back two benches. Scary stuff back there.
"Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time."