Mirror Reality Dream
I had this funky dream last night that I had gone on a trip with Mom and Berta and some other people. There were mountains and Mom was driving. I warned her that the road ahead was slippery and that there was no guardrail, but we went over the edge anyway. The car hung over the cliff’s edge, teetering like an action movie.
Interestingly, the choice at this point was not to get out of the car, but to have a kind of psychic battle to keep the car from falling over the edge. There was no way to shift weight inside the car without it falling over, and the only way to save the carload of people was for me to take control of my dream and put the car back on the road. Anyway, I think I tied this contest with my subconscious because although the car didn’t fall over the edge, I woke up just enough to knock the dream into the next chapter.