I have two recurring dreams. The first started when I was quite young, maybe 5 years old. I dreamt it often for many years. It’s infrequent now, but it’s not gone.
I’m a kid in the back of Mom’s station wagon. Sometimes one or more of my sisters are with me. Sometimes I’m alone. I’m never strapped into my seat in any way. Yes, I’m old enough that no laws required this when I was little. Mom is driving, destination unknown. And then Mom is not driving. No one is. Mom has vanished. I start climbing over seats to get to the front to take the wheel, but I don’t really know what I’m doing so this goes poorly. Sometimes one of my sisters will try to drive. None of us are ever successful, but we never crash either. I always wake up while I’m still in the car.
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