|Who's Driving Your Car?|
Do your dreams ever make an impression on how you are living your life? I had one the other night that really made me think.
In it, I was parking my husband’s car, two cars behind the one I normally drive, a Jeep. I tapped the bumper of the car parked in front of me, sending my Jeep running off down the street. I got out and ran after it. It wasn’t going that fast, but I was amazed that it wasn’t damaging anything in its way.
When I reached it, it was resting at a standstill on a level street, as though it was waiting for me to climb inside.
In dreams, cars symbolize your life. So it would seem that I am not driving my own life. It is unmanned, driverless, and although it isn’t hurting anyone or anything in its path, it is traveling alone, without me at the wheel.
My life is being driven by my husband’s inconsistent work hours and the unpredictable schedules of my children. Furlough days, early dismissal days, baseball practice that is never at the same time from week to week.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I love everything they are and do.
I’ve learned to work around their schedules. I carry my Nook or projects with me wherever I go. I am never without a book or journal. I’m getting better at juggling. I never stop thinking about writing.
I do have plenty of weaknesses though. Organizational skills. Feeling guilty about taking an occasional Saturday class away from the kids. And more.
I’d really like to drive my own life rather than run after it in a frenzy, watching it roll away without me.
So it would seem that I’ve been internally "running" in my waking life, chasing after the life I’m “supposed” to be driving. I realize now, I can stop running. In my dream, it was when I walked calmly and in the direction I needed to go that I became the driver once again.
What about you? Whose “car” are you driving?
Read more about dream interpretation at WebMD.
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