I’ve noticed that when I have dreams that I’m driving it’s a metaphor got me and my life.

Last night’s dream involved me trying to exit off a highway, when a red pickup truck in front of me towing a large write object started fish-tailing. I swerved to avoid it, but hit the barrier wall.

I pulled over and got out. I was uninjured, but the car had scraping on the left rear quarter panel where I’d hit the wall, and I’d blown the tire.

Somehow I was able to “inflate” the car and push out the dents, leaving only paint scrapes and the messed up tire.

As I stood assessing the damage, a tow truck pulled up, and the guys started looking at it with me. I started to recount what had happened. When I turned to point to the ramp, a tractor trailer was jack-knifing, and heading for us.

Once again I jumped clear of the accident, but the truck was totaled and the driver injured, so we ran to help him.

I get the feeling I’m going to narrowly avoid some nastiness in the near future.