I answered the door and recognized them immediately. I had never met them in person before. They were an icon, my elder, and I was unaware that they knew who I was.

Despite this, I greeted them like family and they accepted my invitation to come in. I offered them my seat and we began to talk like we were old companions revisiting a timeless conversation.

My only desire was to listen to them. I understood being in their presence was a rare opportunity, which is why I felt uneasy and slightly frustrated when they were more interested in what I had to say. 

At some point, we decided to go for a ride. Out of respect, I insisted that they drive. I sat in the passengers seat.

Before long, they started to doze off behind the wheel. It wasn’t until we were about to hit a bus that I grabbed the wheel and yelled at them to stop. After our near escape from disaster, I suggested that they go to the back of the vehicle to rest.

I took over at the wheel, feeling prepared, with a sense of relative ease in my new position. While navigating, I caught a glimpse of the previous driver in the back seat. I was grateful they could rest, while I was at the wheel.

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 Context: Commentary regarding my most recent dream.