Dreaming

I am with Tom, Josh, Amelia and Rosie going to collect my car from the garage; it has been having some work done on it. I notice the car has a big dent on one side that wasn’t there before. Tom opens the door and pops the dent out. I feel angry and shout at the kids to get into their seats. I smack them.

I get in the car and start the engine, but the windows are steamed up and won’t clear. I drive it like that anyway. I reverse the car and put my foot on the brake, but it won’t stop. I have to use all my strength and the handbrake. Tom berates me; I try to explain to him it wasn’t me but the brakes. As I go to pull off, a car is blocking my way. I feel annoyed, put my car into reverse, and the other car moves for me.

Tom is in his car following me; he is giving a lift to Charlotte. I drive along, but I can’t see out properly. Cars are driving in my lane; I feel panicked and say to Josh, “Is it them or me that’s wrong?” I know it is them. I go around a roundabout and realise I don’t have my lights on. I turn them on, but they aren’t working. Two cars are heading towards me and flashing their lights to get my attention to move over. There isn’t any room to move, but I have no choice. I end up crushed against a wall with the two cars on top of most of my car. We have moved to let an ambulance pass. We are trapped, and I am worried about the kids. I ask the angels to help us, and I feel them lift our car away. I notice Tom drive past; he hasn’t noticed us. I check that the kids are okay, but I do this by holding the car in my hands like a toy car and looking inside. The kids are fine.