Last night I dreamed I was in a car with my friend, Kim. I knew that it was Kim's car, even though it didn't look like Kim's car. Thing is, we were both in the backseat, I in the middle, she on the right-hand side, by the window. I looked up and saw that indeed, no one was in the driver's seat. I turned to Kim and asked, "Are you driving?"
She said, "Yes, my mom bought me a special car, I can steer from this little panel on the door. She knew I would need a second way of steering when she saw the children I have."
"As great as that is, I'd feel so much better having you up there, in the driver's seat, making more precise and controlled driving decisions."
As can happen only in a dream, she was instantly transported, and safely behind the steering wheel, bringing me much relief.
Let's part-of-me this dream, shall we?
What part of me is in the backseat of my life, trying to steer from there?
What part of me has children that require a second/different/unusual, perhaps, way of "steering" them?
What part of me is more comfortable having someone else drive?
What part of me gives to my children a special "vehicle?"
What part of me is a backseat driver to others?