Originally posted by Inspirer
Of course there is no second Leo Volont to write a nice long long reply to your own dream, isn't there. Let's see what the rest of us can do to subsitute.

Of course my first thought is to imagine you as a dream interpreter on this website, looking exactly like your avatar, and the driver being someone else having a dream for you to help with. But that's absurd, I'm sure your existence doesn't revolve around this website, it's just a hobby.

What's strange to me is that you experience being the passenger. I'm guessing the driver is your waking conscious self, while you as the passenger are a streak of wisdom from within.

One mysterious factor in dreams is the point of view, or who you are. If everyone in the dream is yourself then what determines which person you experience being? It might be variable which part of the subconscious creates the dream.

Sorry I have nothing religious or historical to say, not my finer points.
I was thinking of the Driver being an aspect of myself. That means that something in my self would turn off the key to my life, thinking that coasting down in a dead car would be better than going ahead under full steam. Well, maybe, but compared to most people my life has been one adventure after another, with a great deal of risk taking along the way.

And then, several weeks ago, I was passenger for a little old lady, whom I also helped in the course of the dream.

I think I am being Trained in helping people. Helping people IS, afterall, a new skill. I have been a Teacher, yes, but perhaps not the best of Teachers. One needs to be able to stay back except for emergencies. For instance, decades ago, when I learned how to fly airplanes, I can't remember a single time that the Instructor ever reached over and touched a control. A good Teacher needs to let the person he is helping do almost everything. I intervened with the Little Old Lady after the car was already doomed. In the case of this man, I started intervening with the steering and breaks when we were already well off the road, and it was by feeling the stiffness of the steering that I discerned that the driver had shut off the engine, and thus the hydraulics. Hmmmm. It seems I would be dealing with somebody in a state of Depression -- someone who thinks shutting down would help.

Perhaps there will be followup dreams to help me zero on what's happening here.