I remember driving in a hilly city.
I'm not sure where.
The car I was driving was not mine, it was an older black car. Like a family sedan.
My nephew was in the back seat.
It wasn't the best car. It was rickety.
I remember going to a three way intersection.
There was a policeman there and he stopped me.
He looked like my co-worker, Walter.
It was interesting because the familiarity transferred to my dream.
I stepped out of the car.
"It's all right, John", he said to me, "You've got nothing to worry about"
I came back into the car and I remember turning left going up a hill.
I was in an awkward position because I wasn't fully in the driver's seat.
That is the car was moving, slowly and almost dangerously from side to side as I tried to regain control.
I remember being fully in control after a while once I sat back in to the driver's seat.
I wondered if the policeman saw that while I continued to drive up the hill.