I have a strange recurring dream. My car is out of control and I open the door and drag my foot to slow the car. The road grinds off my foot up to the ankle. That’s when I usually wake up. Had this dream off and on for 70 years.
That sounds like a metaphor for life feeling out of control.
Wow.
My car one is being in the backseat, laughing away, then realizing no one is driving the car.
I often have car dreams. Mostly, I’m in a car - usually one I owned in the past - and the damn thing will not go forward. Only backward and applying the brakes do not work.
That actually happened to me in about 1962. Winter. Had a 1950 something British Morris Oxford. Junk. Approaching a red light at low speed, brake pedal went to floor with no braking. Immediately pulled emergency brake lever which was on floor between front seats. Broke off in my hand. Plan C was to open door and drag foot. Worked by the Grace!
Hmmm, were you a big Flintstones fan?
I’ve had one recurring dream. I’m a child and I’m playing outside by the water pump when I hear the baying of hounds. Looking up I see a pack of black dogs racing down the street toward me. I run to the side door but it’s locked. The dogs are so near now! I run to the back door. Through the pane I see my older brother George. As I reach for the doorknob I hear the click of the lock engaging. Through the glass I see George grinning. The black dogs close in...and I wake up.