Yesterday, as I was driving to mums after a day working at the museum, I had to pull over, get out, walk about and get my act together.
Driving along normally, nothing different, easy drive.
Then out of the blue, with absolutely no warning, I suddenly had an incredibly intense and overwhelming feeling that I was driving a stolen car!
I was utterly convinced that not only was I driving without a driving licence - believing I had never taken a lesson let alone a test - but that I had stolen the car I was driving.
We had a white VW Polo that I only drove a few times. It was my beautiful Valen’s pride and joy. Sadly he got to the stage where he nearly had an accident falling asleep so had to give up driving. We got a Motability car and we were looking at replacing the VW when he went.
I replaced it with a lovely blue Honda which I love driving.
So I knew I was in the wrong car. I wasn’t in the Polo.
I was driving when I couldn’t drive.
Valen should have been driving but wasn’t.
Why wasn’t he driving?
Where was he?
My god, he will be so angry with me.
I need to stop and run away before the owner reports it stolen and I’m arrested.
I pulled over, got out. Got out my phone.
The screensaver is a picture of us on our wedding day.
I scrutinised it. Was deep breathing.
And came out of this weird episode.
It was as if I was briefly in an alternate universe. Or that I had finally gone insane.
It freaked me out. But I got myself back and was able to drive the rest of the way home .
I called my brother and sister in law and talked it through with them. Who were relieved I had had the presence of mind to pull over before my being convinced I couldn’t drive led me to actually not being able to drive and causing an accident.
I can’t pinpoint any trigger - it may have been a song on the radio, or passing a white Polo.
I do know I am shattered with looking after mum with her broken pelvis, let along trying to look after me.
Just wandered if anyone else has experienced any bizarre episodes?
