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.
"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
