Alright, so I had this dream. Wasn’t one of those hazy ones you barely remember. Nope. This sucker stuck with me, real vivid.
I’m driving, see? Don’t know where I was headed, or even what car I was in. Just me, driving. Felt normal enough, at first. Then I hit this bridge. Long one, man. Over some seriously dark water. You know, the kind that’s just black, no bottom in sight.
And here’s the wild part. Halfway across, I just… steered right off it. No crash, no one pushing me, nothing like that. I just turned the wheel and boom, over the edge. Wasn’t even freaking out in the dream, more like I just decided to do it. Strange, huh?
That feeling of falling, though, that was something else. Not like screaming-your-lungs-out scary, but this heavy, pulling-down sensation. Saw the water coming up fast. Then, wham. Woke up.
Woke Up and Tried to Figure It Out
Shot up in bed, heart going a bit. Took a hot minute to get my bearings, realize it was just a dream. You get that? When you’re still stuck between the dream and being awake? Yeah, that was it.
First thing through my head: “What the heck was that all about?” I don’t usually have dreams this… dramatic. Or, you know, where I’m doing stuff like that. Wasn’t feeling low or anything before I crashed for the night. Just a regular day, or whatever day it was.
My best guess, after mulling it over a bit:
- Could be just the brain doing its nightly cleanup, random nonsense. Brains are weird machines.
- Maybe some stress bubbling under the surface that I ain’t really noticing. Life throws punches, you know?
- Or maybe it’s some deep-down thing about wanting a massive change, or just getting away from the same old grind. Your guess is as good as mine.
It’s crazy how real those things can feel. For a good while after waking up, that whole falling bit, driving into that black water, it was like it really happened. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to go drive off any actual bridges. Let’s be clear on that, haha. But it got me thinking. About how your mind ticks, the crazy movies it plays when you’re out cold.
Anyway, figured I’d put this down. It was one hell of a ride, even if it was just in my skull. Sometimes, just talking about these weird things, or writing them out, helps. Makes ’em less… heavy, I guess. Another one for the logbook of strange noggin adventures.