Fortunately the title relates not to my state of mind, but rather to my new found hobby; learning to drive. Ever since I was about five, I’ve had a re-occurring nightmare that goes something like this:
I’m driving (badly) in car, I crash, I die.
Yes, it was a pretty strange dream for a five year old to have, especially as it’s continued way into adulthood. God knows where the fear stemmed from, it’s not like I’d ever been involved in a road accident. And if I were to try and psychoanalyse it, I’d say it’s probably some deep rooted fear of losing control of my own life. Independence has always been the upmost of importance to me, even at the age of five.