So. I don’t particularly enjoy driving under normal circumstances. I am beginning to be afraid of it entirely. The helpful online Dream Doctor says, “Dreams of car accidents, as a rule, should not be considered literally precognitive,” but you can never be too careful. Besides, my unconscious probably knows more than I do.
Which means, since I object to living life in fear, that I get to drive anyway. (Syd and T.R., were they reading this, would roll their eyes. They would point out that I really don’t have a lot of choice about the driving thing since they go to school so darn far away. Yeah, well. Sometimes necessity is useful.) Think good thoughts for me and the other crazies on the road.