Take Control of your Dreams--Reoccuring Dream

A reoccurring dream I have or had is me as a little girl, probably around five or maybe even younger. I'd get into my mother's old car, Betsy, turn on the engine and look at the gas pedal and brake to figure out which one was which. I would find the accelerator and stomp on it. The moment that the car would turn on, I wouldn't be able to control the car. I had no idea how to drive it. It would jerk forward and just take me with it as though it had a mind of its own. I would start in the parking lot of the old apartment complex that I used to live in, and drive until I got to the bridge by Meador Park. Sometimes I'd see my brother or mother on the bridge and they'd fall off onto cars in the traffic. They'd jump from car to car and I’d tried to get them, but I’d lose them. It seemed as if vehicles just kept coming. Other times I would find my brother in the car with me, he was at a young age, probably around seven. We'd both be scared to death, because we were young and didn’t understand how to work a car. I never did understand this dream. I was a bit hesitant to learn how to drive, because I didn't know if I was the one who controlled the car or if the car controlled me. Once I did start driving, I wasn't so scared anymore. I had taken control not only of the car, but of my life.