Yesterday I mentioned that I used to have dreams about going back to university, as though there was always something unfinished about it.
I don't want to over-analyse that, but there is definitely something in it.
Then, last night I had another of my recurring dreams - the kind I forget about until the next time I have it.
In the Loss of Control Dream, I'm always driving. Last night I had a black car for some reason, but it's sometimes an actual car I've owned, or perhaps one I used to own.
In the dream, I stop driving but somehow the car carries on. Sometimes I find myself in the back seat, watching the car drive itself, and sometimes I just get out of the car altogether and watch it roll down the road.
This time, I happily got out of the car and let it drive away. It indicated at the bottom of the road and turned left, then sped away out of sight.
I walked somewhere, I think it was a picnic with my family, and sat down on the grass. Then, in a panic I realised that I didn't have my car and didn't know where it was. So I tried using my watch to track it.
I was wearing a smart watch. I don't have a smart watch; I think they're a little pointless if you've already got a smartphone but there we are. My watch showed a tiny map and a blue dot moving farther and farther away. I scanned through the menus, looking for a button that would direct the car to come and find me, like a kind of Take Me Home button or something. There wasn't one. I panicked. Then I woke up.
So, what's all that about? Some latent fear of letting go of everything? Perhaps the opposite - perhaps I let go too easily.
Or perhaps (as I suspect) I just don't like driving very much and I cannot wait for driverless cars.
I can wait longer for a smart watch though.
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