behind the driver’s seat

behind the passenger seat

in the middle

The seats in old classic cars where only one chair stretches out across from the drivers seat to the front passenger seat. What do you call them and are we still allowed to use them or are they violating some safety issue?

I really don’t know and I would like one in my car.

A while back I asked a question about these recurring dreams I was having. I actually never had this dream in over a year. From what I can remember, I’ve been having these same dreams since 2003-2004. The past couple nights I had the dreams again. It involves me in the passenger seat and my dad driving. Sometimes we’re alone, sometimes my brothers are with us. I’m the only one that seems to worry about what happens next though. Actually, I’m the only person that speaks. We have to cross a bridge, but near the end it’s broken and separated by water. To get to the other side we have to drive up a ramp at the end of our side of the bridge. 99% of the time we never make it. I only recall making it twice..at the most. The last couple dreams involving this we didn’t make it at all. If we fail to cross, we land in the water where a bunch of guys help us out of the car and send us to a recovery room. No more car. No more dream. Never do we get to where we’re going and I don’t know where that is, but in my dream I feel we’re going somewhere. The "jump" always involves one bridge or another. One being the Crescent City Connection and the other being the Twin Span. I don’t know if that has any significance. Both bridges are located in, and near New Orleans. That’s where I’m from so maybe they are placed in my dreams because I’ve been on them before. I’m the only person in the car that freaks out and I recall saying, "I hate the bridge that drops straight down and we have to jump the ramp to get to the other side. We never make it!" My dad had a smirk on his face, and nobody replied. Then, I’ve being having this other dream which also happened right after the bridge dream today. I’m on a water slide. As I’m nearing the end, the slide becomes unfinished with no awareness before I rode on it. I fall out of the tube high in the air and always fail to land on my feet which leads to my legs getting hurt. Then, I turn around and everyone who rode the water slide behind me finishes safely as if the ride was never broken at all. It’s crazy to me. These dreams are similar in comparison involving water, brides, or something broken. I always have to cross a broken path and rarely finish it. The one time I was successfully my dream went on like nothing ever happened. When I fail, I’m always frightened and talking about it in my own dream. I hate them and I remember someone telling me it may mean something I deal with in real life. Like, I have to achieve this goal, but I’m afraid to or I haven’t yet. That’s why I can’t cross the bridge. Something like that I don’t really remember. I just have been having these for so long and I think it has to mean something. What do you think?

i’m going to have a lot of trouble explaining this one but here goes:

This morning I came home from a big sleepover party. I was very tired so I slept for maybe 3 or 4 hours.

I dreamed that my mom hired three african american girls, maybe 17, 13, and 9 years old, to get me to behave? Which I don’t remember misbehaving at all in the dream. The girls were very rude except for the youngest, and they told me my mom would always talk behind my back saying how much she disliked me and how she wanted to get a divorce from my dad and never see me again. (In real life, she does want to divorce my father)

Somebody had told me that the ladies had "helped" my cousin Kaiya and her mother only had to pay 136$ for it? I dont even know why that small little detail would pop up but I can easily recall it. and in reality my cousin always listens to her parents according to my mom; I remember her saying that once when comparing the two of us (something she hardly EVER does). The girls were telling me all of this in my bedroom, and then the only other part I can recall is driving in a car with somebody, I do not know who but I was the passenger seat. I think it was raining, but I dont remember. I was very very upset, and I think I said something along the lines of, "All of my peers gossip about me, now my own mother too?" and confronting my mom about it and her breaking into tears…it was really weird because in real life I know my mom loves me more than anything and I return that too…………

HELP?! this is really bothering me ):

i have a two yr old nephew who likes to ride in the front passenger seat in a booster seat, is this legal?

Anyone else have an issue with this? My issue is that to have a rear facing infant carrier in our back seat, we need to push the passenger seat all the way to the front and then no one can sit in the front seat.
Have we done something incorrectly for this to happen? Is there no way that the seat can fit rear facing so we don’t have to buy a new vehicle to accomadate our 2 car seats?

Here it goes: It’s rather verbose and in detail so bear with me.

As I lay seated in the passenger seat of a four door car, a beautiful brunette sat in the driver seat while a mysterious female of blond hair lay seated in the seat right behind mines. Their bodies were that of goddesses more sexually arousing than any commercial ideal of physical beauty (both were in the nude). As I placed one of my hands on the the young lady’s right cheek (which was sitting beside me) she presented a strange demeanor towards my contact. Her face was soft like the skin of a child. It felt so placid and untouched like the heavens above the earth; so virginal. My touch mistakenly rubbed off a small amount of her makeup which left a line across her cheek which made her upset. I can’t quite recall what she said but she stepped out of the car and said she was going to a restroom to fix the makeup I unintentionally disturbed.
I was left alone with the pleasant young lady in the back seat which was oh so debonair. She was full of beauty like a child derived from the heavens. A feeling of hormonal desire washed through me like the rain amongst dry land. We conversed for a moment, god knows what the subject was. While in conversation the other women that had exited the car returned and sat in the same place. The conversation with the blond lady came to an end. I placed one of my hands on the brunette’s buttocks… She didn’t seem to care and had no intention of returning a gesture. There was no feedback from this female she didn’t seem to care. Or perhaps she was not interested in sexual activity at the moment. My hormones were raging like a tiger innocent to domestication which had recently been locked in a cage. Realizing I would get no where with this girl I suddenly moved myself to the back seat where the other precious young lady was sitting. She was like the queen of pleasure. We engaged in intercourse which was amazingly astounding. Laying there in missionary position the brunette looked us over from her seat. She spoke but we had no intention to listen so we proceeded.
As astonishing as the occasion was it was unfortunately marked by intense awkwardness due to physical difficulties. I was not able to maintain the erection sadly. I looked down upon it and frowned which was in fact very devastating like a man stripped of his honor and washed upon with shame. I looked over at her beautiful body, large breasts, small waist, doll like face. She looked into my eyes I looked into hers and suddenly… I felt nothing…

Here it goes: It’s rather verbose and in detail so bear with me.

As I lay seated in the passenger seat of a four door car, a beautiful brunette sat in the driver seat while a mysterious female of blond hair lay seated in the seat right behind mines. Their bodies were that of goddesses more sexually arousing than any commercial ideal of physical beauty (both were in the nude). As I placed one of my hands on the the young lady’s right cheek (which was sitting beside me) she presented a strange demeanor towards my contact. Her face was soft like the skin of a child. It felt so placid and untouched like the heavens above the earth; so virginal. My touch mistakenly rubbed off a small amount of her makeup which left a line across her cheek which made her upset. I can’t quite recall what she said but she stepped out of the car and said she was going to a restroom to fix the makeup I unintentionally disturbed.
I was left alone with the pleasant young lady in the back seat which was oh so debonair. She was full of beauty like a child derived from the heavens. A feeling of hormonal desire washed through me like the rain amongst dry land. We conversed for a moment, god knows what the subject was. While in conversation the other women that had exited the car returned and sat in the same place. The conversation with the blond lady came to an end. I placed one of my hands on the brunette’s buttocks… She didn’t seem to care and had no intention of returning a gesture. There was no feedback from this female she didn’t seem to care. Or perhaps she was not interested in sexual activity at the moment. My hormones were raging like a tiger innocent to domestication which had recently been locked in a cage. Realizing I would get no where with this girl I suddenly moved myself to the back seat where the other precious young lady was sitting. She was like the queen of pleasure. We engaged in intercourse which was amazingly astounding. Laying there in missionary position the brunette looked us over from her seat. She spoke but we had no intention to listen so we proceeded.
As astonishing as the occasion was it was unfortunately marked by intense awkwardness due to physical difficulties. I was not able to maintain the erection sadly. I looked down upon it and frowned which was in fact very devastating like a man stripped of his honor and washed upon with shame. I looked over at her beautiful body, large breasts, small waist, doll like face. She looked into my eyes I looked into hers and suddenly… I felt nothing…

Here it goes: It’s rather verbose and in detail so bear with me.

As I lay seated in the passenger seat of a four door car, a beautiful brunette sat in the driver seat while a mysterious female of blond hair lay seated in the seat right behind mines. Their bodies were that of goddesses more sexually arousing than any commercial ideal of physical beauty (both were in the nude). As I placed one of my hands on the the young lady’s right cheek (which was sitting beside me) she presented a strange demeanor towards my contact. Her face was soft like the skin of a child. It felt so placid and untouched like the heavens above the earth; so virginal. My touch mistakenly rubbed off a small amount of her makeup which left a line across her cheek which made her upset. I can’t quite recall what she said but she stepped out of the car and said she was going to a restroom to fix the makeup I unintentionally disturbed.
I was left alone with the pleasant young lady in the back seat which was oh so debonair. She was full of beauty like a child derived from the heavens. A feeling of hormonal desire washed through me like the rain amongst dry land. We conversed for a moment, god knows what the subject was. While in conversation the other women that had exited the car returned and sat in the same place. The conversation with the blond lady came to an end. I placed one of my hands on the brunette’s buttocks… She didn’t seem to care and had no intention of returning a gesture. There was no feedback from this female she didn’t seem to care. Or perhaps she was not interested in sexual activity at the moment. My hormones were raging like a tiger innocent to domestication which had recently been locked in a cage. Realizing I would get no where with this girl I suddenly moved myself to the back seat where the other precious young lady was sitting. She was like the queen of pleasure. We engaged in intercourse which was amazingly astounding. Laying there in missionary position the brunette looked us over from her seat. She spoke but we had no intention to listen so we proceeded.
As astonishing as the occasion was it was unfortunately marked by intense awkwardness due to physical difficulties. I was not able to maintain the erection sadly. I looked down upon it and frowned which was in fact very devastating like a man stripped of his honor and washed upon with shame. I looked over at her beautiful body, large breasts, small waist, doll like face. She looked into my eyes I looked into hers and suddenly… I felt nothing…

A little background first.
Typically, I have a repeating dream in which I am trying to drive from the backseat of a car, or the passenger seat of a car. Once I realize I’m driving it then becomes extremely difficult because I can’t reach the gas pedal or I can’t get control of the steering wheel. I usually then panic.

When I am dreaming, if a situation arises in a dream where I either start to panic or become paranoid, the dream has a greater chance of going lucid, which I think is due to the intensity of the moment. Either way, just because I have a chance of going lucid doesn’t mean I always do, about 95% of the time I don’t.

So the dream I had the other night is by far one of my most memorable dreams of my life, but I don’t know what it means!

It starts out I’m in the backseat of the car, I look at the clock, it’s 2:03. I notice I’m in a car and that the car is in motion. Then I start to acknowledge the familiarity of the emotions, the feeling of helplessness that usually forces me to attempt to steer this car and operate the pedals from the back. But, at one critical moment before the panic takes over and the dream hits repeat, I become aware that there is a person driving the car. Even with this realization, the helplessness and panic are still invading my dream. But, I turn and take a look at who’s driving the car. This is when everything goes bonkers. The person that I see driving the car is Me. In my thoughts I am sure I am in the backseat and all of a sudden I realize that I have to be in the backseat, but I still see Me driving. But I’m not sure if it’s really me, so I shout, ‘Holy crap, that’s me in the front, but I can’t be in the front because I’m back here!’ and lean forward to check and see if it’s really me. I’m not joking, but as I was shouting those things I could see the mouth moving on this person in the front who is ME!!!! There was only one voice, too. Something in the back of my mind made me really want to see the face of myself in the front seat but as I leaned more and more forward they kept turning their head so all I could see was the back of the head like the hair. Then I woke up (or so I thought) and was in the hotel room with my girlfriend (where we actually were spending the night) and relayed to her the entire dream in full detail… Only to wake up, this time for real, and sit in my bed confused as to whether or not I actually told her the dream.

So I asked her if I told her a dream, she then tells me no, that I didn’t. After that I told her my dream, but I still don’t know what to think about it. It was sooo unreal, and gives me goosebumps just to recall

A little background first.
Typically, I have a repeating dream in which I am trying to drive from the backseat of a car, or the passenger seat of a car. Once I realize I’m driving it then becomes extremely difficult because I can’t reach the gas pedal or I can’t get control of the steering wheel. I usually then panic.

When I am dreaming, if a situation arises in a dream where I either start to panic or become paranoid, the dream has a greater chance of going lucid, which I think is due to the intensity of the moment. Either way, just because I have a chance of going lucid doesn’t mean I always do, about 95% of the time I don’t.

So the dream I had the other night is by far one of my most memorable dreams of my life, but I don’t know what it means!

It starts out I’m in the backseat of the car, I look at the clock, it’s 2:03. I notice I’m in a car and that the car is in motion. Then I start to acknowledge the familiarity of the emotions, the feeling of helplessness that usually forces me to attempt to steer this car and operate the pedals from the back. But, at one critical moment before the panic takes over and the dream hits repeat, I become aware that there is a person driving the car. Even with this realization, the helplessness and panic are still invading my dream. But, I turn and take a look at who’s driving the car. This is when everything goes bonkers. The person that I see driving the car is Me. In my thoughts I am sure I am in the backseat and all of a sudden I realize that I have to be in the backseat, but I still see Me driving. But I’m not sure if it’s really me, so I shout, ‘Holy crap, that’s me in the front, but I can’t be in the front because I’m back here!’ and lean forward to check and see if it’s really me. I’m not joking, but as I was shouting those things I could see the mouth moving on this person in the front who is ME!!!! There was only one voice, too. Something in the back of my mind made me really want to see the face of myself in the front seat but as I leaned more and more forward they kept turning their head so all I could see was the back of the head like the hair. Then I woke up (or so I thought) and was in the hotel room with my girlfriend (where we actually were spending the night) and relayed to her the entire dream in full detail… Only to wake up, this time for real, and sit in my bed confused as to whether or not I actually told her the dream.

So I asked her if I told her a dream, she then tells me no, that I didn’t. After that I told her my dream, but I still don’t know what to think about it. It was sooo unreal, and gives me goosebumps just to recall

Hey, is anyone here really good at interpreting dreams? If so, may you please tell me what this dream I just had a couple of hours ago mean?

I took a short nap of about 30 minutes – the dream was about myself and my fiance. We were both in a car and one of us was driving (I don’t recall whether it was me or him, most likely it was me driving – btw. I don’t drive IRL, he does), so anyway I guess I was driving real fast like about 100+ mph on the highway because I guess I liked the rush.

He was on the passenger seat and I was going so fast that all of a sudden I lost control of my car and we went into a "field" and the next thing I know I crashed the car onto a tree, he survived, but I died. Also, it’s weird because I felt like I died in real life (my subconscious told me "you died" and I felt "dead") it’s weird! It was like a lucid dream. My whole body went NUMB, then my son woke me up crying (he was asleep).
Somehow I did know I wasn’t dead because when I waking up slowly, I said to myself "see? I am not dead, I’m really not dead!" (I was scared while I was feeling that "dead" feeling). Then I opened my eyes and here I am..thank God.
Sorry, I said "I am not dead because I see the light, I’m really not dead" and then I opened my eyes.

i have a two yr old nephew who likes to ride in the front passenger seat in a booster seat, is this legal?

Could I trade in a car valued at 00 adding 000 in the passenger seat, thereby getting 000 in trade and lower the tax rate on a 000 car?

ok here is a question for everyone. I had a capsule (strider dlx) installed by RTA (NSW) yesterday and he installed the capsule behind passenger (i have a 8 seater Carnival/Sedona) how ever the passenger seat was that far forward it be lucky if a 12 year old could fit in it. I always though middle was best especially if back seat has side airbags. They installed my 2 year old AHR maxi rider in middle. I how ever ended up changing it my self as I explained the man how is my disable mother suppose to access the front seat and isn’t middle safer and was told no, so I ended up putting capsule in middle (but might need one of those buckles that tighten seat belt) and sons car seat(he has buckle to tighten seat belt) is behind driver so if I ever have to pick someone up the passenger side is vacant, I unbuckle my son and get him to crawl past capsule and he comes through to passenger side and i can easily acess capsule from passenger side too. So what would u do if u had a 7 seat or 8 seater vechile?