My new "used"car caught Fire. Front end crispy. I'm ok. Son ok. Don't understand what the lesson is and will be meditating between crying. I have nursing classes coming up and I need a vehicle. Fell apart when I saw the flames and the car I had so lovingly waxed, polished, dying in front of me. Is this a metaphor for something. Watching my husband die in front of me. Feels like he has died.