The other night I dreamt I was in a box w/ two small windows through which I could see that I was on an airport runway. The box was moving down the runway, gathering speed, but I had no controls by which to steer it or slow it down. I was heading toward a wooden ramp, the kind they use for water skiing jumps, but I was helpless to stop the box or veer out of the way. I collided w/ the ramp and then felt very warm, and I knew that the box was on fire. I awoke but not out of fear or pain. I just had to go to the bathroom.
I don't need to look this one up on my favorite dream interpretation website to know that I'm feeling out of control. I frequently get dreams like this around this hectic time of the school year. Usually, however, I'm in an actual car, in the driver's seat with the seat laid all the way back, and I struggle to pull myself up using the steering wheel so I can see where I'm going. But my body is so heavy that I can only lift myself up momentarily to see where I'm going before my body falls back down against the seat. Another major difference is that in these dreams, I don't crash into anything. I think the reason I crashed while in the box was b/c I didn't have a GPS or a Tom Tom.....that would be Mom. She was my guidance system, and w/o her I crash and burn.
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