Traffic dream

[vaneramos]

Feeling sluggish but having time to spare, I went back to bed and dozed for a few minutes. I dreamt of a father on a bicycle in traffic ahead of me. We were standing as if waiting for a light to change. I was supposed to be driving a car, although none was in evidence. I waited in the passing lane, with him to my left, facing oncoming traffic. A little boy emerged from the standing traffic in the right lane, and the man beckoned to him to cross in front of me. The cyclist was wearing a helmet, but his son was not. My feelings: anger and fear. It reminded me of a recurring nightmare I had when Brenna was little, about her running into moving traffic. The situation has evolved somehow. In the old nightmares I felt helpless, but in this dream I felt responsible to respond appropriately, and at the same time angry at the cyclist.