Why I Don't Drive

It’s a reoccurring nightmare of mine.

Driving a car

The brakes don’t work, the car goes too fast, and the steering seems to have a mind of it’s own.

In this last dream I watched as the car crashed and exploded into a fireball.

That’s the kind of stuff that happens when I drive!

And I think I’ve finally cracked the code of why this theme keeps coming up in my dreams. (Yes, I am mildly interested in dream symbolism and interpretation, the jury’s still out on whether I actually believe any of it, but it can bring up some interesting life lessons sometimes.)

See, I’ve always thought these dreams were just more proof of why I should never get behind a wheel.

But maybe the car symbolizes my life and that with me behind the steering wheel, I’m afraid I’ll just mess everything up.

Everything will end up exploding in my face.

The good thing is that these are only dreams, and once morning dawns I can wake up to reality and breathe a sigh of relief.

            I’m not the one behind the steering wheel.

God is.

                         And He’s a way better driver than I am.

HeroScapers

"You can't run when you're holding suitcases
It's a new day, throw away your mistakes
And open up your heart, lay down your guard
You don't have to be afraid

Just breathe, your load can be lifted
There's a better way when you know you're forgiven
Open up your heart, lay down your guard
You don't have to be afraid"

- Dara Maclean, Suitcases