🚙stolen driverless car

Date: 10/28/2018

This dream had an impact on me and I feel that it must be significant in some way. It follows on from another dream that involved Chris Rooney (Linda Flints 3rd hubby, must have been in my mind because I was looking at their wedding photo the other day) anyway he was at my flat doing something to the windows for some reason, and it turned out they were still living in Lincolnshire, he had a message from Linda for me. That’s all fairly irrelevant. I’m sure it’s him that got me into this car to go somewhere, I can’t remember where it was heading – but it Was driving along. I was in the back seat, having a nap, when I woke up I realised that there was nobody driving. I’ve had that sort of dream before and it’s been terrifying and I’ve tried to get to the wheel – but on this occasion I remember that driverless cars are becoming a thing, and I watch in amazement as the car speeds up and slows down and manoeuvers around people et cetera – I am worried though that it’s going to make a mistake. At some point we get to where we were heading, though I’m still not sure where I am I don’t seem too bothered about this. The car parks halfway up a hill. I get out and head off down the hill and there are shops and things that I’m looking around, I’m doing something but I can’t remember what when I suddenly realised that I didn’t lock the door of the car, in fact I didn’t even take the key out. So I head off back up the hill to see if I can make sure it’s ok and lock it. I’m not completely sure what it looks like but I know I’m looking for black car – but there is none – it’s been stolen. I am devastated and terrified as it’s getting late, and everything within it, every possession. And I don’t know how to tell the owner of the car. I find myself in a rather friendly place now I think about it...such things wouldn’t be so nice in real life! Manned by pleasant helpful people, I am able to get a cup of tea (a whole side issue around herbs etc) while I wonder what to do. I don’t even have a phone. And no money. I think they advise me to contact the police but I don’t know what sort of car it is or whose it is which wouldn’t help. Then I find myself in another nearby place with a similar feel where people are lounging in chairs and sofas. It’s clean and comfy but basic. I join a woman on a sofa to rest and discover its Joan Allport, who admits she has been staying there. I hope I can do the same. A man comes along and says I must pay £5. I panic because I think all my money is in the car, and I don’t want Joan to think she has to pay for me – for a moment it seems that the man might let me off, he is very nice – but then I realise that I have got my purse in my pocket and I am able to pay – though I am aware that this money isn’t going to last that long. I am still wondering what I will do after this night but I am not over anxious amazingly. That’s all I recall.