Alright, so I gotta talk about this dream I had. The one where I’m driving, and then suddenly, I’m just… driving right off a bridge. Sounds like a movie scene, but let me tell ya, feeling it is a whole different ball game.
I remember it pretty clearly, which is weird for me. I was in my old car, the one I had back in the day. The bridge wasn’t anything special, just a regular concrete one, maybe over a river, kinda murky water below. It wasn’t like a nightmare where something’s chasing you. It was more… inevitable. I saw the edge coming, and there was this strange calm before the car just sailed off into thin air. Then that stomach-dropping lurch, the wind rushing. Didn’t even see the impact, just the falling.
Woke up with a jolt, heart pounding like a drum solo. You know that feeling? Sweaty, disoriented, the whole nine yards. Took me a good few minutes to realize it was just a dream. My first thought was, what in the world was that about?
So, this morning, I spent some time really trying to unpack it. That’s my “practice,” I guess. I don’t go for those dream dictionary books, think most of that’s a load of rubbish. Instead, I just sat with it. Tried to retrace the feeling. Was I scared in the dream? Not terrified, more like… resigned? That was the weirdest part. It wasn’t a panic, more like a ‘well, here we go’ kind of thing.
I started thinking, okay, what’s going on in my life? Work’s been pretty demanding, sure. Got a few big decisions looming, stuff that feels like it’s got a lot riding on it. Maybe my brain’s just churning all that pressure into some weird, symbolic movie. It’s not like I watched any crazy car chase movies before bed. I hardly watch TV these days, too busy with actual stuff.
My process was simple: just sit and think. What was the core feeling? It wasn’t about the car, or the bridge, not really. It was about that loss of control, that sudden shift into the unknown. And that feeling of just… going with it, because there was no other choice. That’s the bit that stuck with me. Made me think about how much we try to steer things, and how sometimes, life just takes a turn you don’t expect.
Honestly, it left me feeling a bit off all morning. Made me double-check my seatbelt when I drove to get coffee, no joke. Gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual going over the small overpass near my place. Silly, I know, but it stays with you, these kinds of dreams. It’s not like I’m gonna dwell on it, but it definitely makes you pause and think, right?
Figured I’d write this down. Sometimes just getting these thoughts out helps sort through them. Like talking it out, but without anyone giving you that ‘you okay, mate?’ look. It’s just my way of processing the weird stuff my brain cooks up when I’m asleep. Just a little record of a particularly vivid one. Anyway, that’s my story with the bridge dream. Hopefully, tonight’s a bit more about winning the lottery or something, eh?