The flat tire wasn’t about death omens or deflated ambitions (thanks, internet). It was way simpler: my brain was screaming “THINGS ARE GOING WRONG AND YOU’RE NOT PREPARED!” The passenger tire blew? Maybe it’s about stuff I’m not directly driving but still feels like my responsibility – like that work project relying on other people’s contributions. Tackled the Garage Monster: Spen... https://interpreteddreams.com