Bridge Over Troubled Water

So, I had a dream the other night about a bridge.

I was in my mom's car with her and my Aunt Mary. I have no idea where we were going, but we had to cross a bridge to get there. I felt really anxious about this bridge and I had no idea (subconsciously) why.....until we got closer to it. Then, I saw it. It was from another dream I had over at least a decade ago.

In that particular dream, my cousin, Rob, and I had to cross a bridge. It was a huge wooden plank bridge. But the wood planks were all rotted and falling to pieces. It was really weird because there was still heavy traffic going across this bridge.

I was scared to death to cross it.

It was like I couldn't drive over it fast enough, the planks were breaking off behind me and falling into the river. I could see the river through it as there were huge gaping holes in the bridge.

That is all I can remember of my first dream.....I have no idea how it ended. But I thought it was pretty weird that this particular bridge should show up again...so many years later in another dream.

This time I saw the bridge, however, it had totally broken down and fallen over sideways in the river. In this new dream, we weren't crossing that bridge anyway, a new bridge had been built right next to it.

This bridge was monstrous in size. It too was a wooden plank bridge.....and again I got so scared. I thought why in the @$^%$ would they make this bridge out of wooden planks with all of our heavy cars going across? It didn't look like a normal bridge either. It looked more like a roller coaster because you had to go up a huge steep hill...and then down it on the other side. But when you got to the top of the hill you had to stop and pay a toll.

Again, you could see the river through the cracks in the planks. I was screaming at my mom to not go across this bridge - I told her we would find another way. She kept telling me to relax, it would be okay. They wouldn't let us cross it if it wasn't safe. When we got to the top of the steep hill, the guy in the toll booth was taking his sweet time. I was screaming at him to hurry up, telling him we had to hurry up and get off this bridge. The hill was so steep I felt like our car could just fall off of it backwards.

Then, (in real life) Zander kicked me in the head and woke me up. I would have been mad at him but I seriously don't think I want to know how that was going to end.

Isn't it weird that my subconscious picked up on a dream that I had so many years ago???

Don't even get me started on those dreams where all of my teeth get loose. I generally wake myself up before all of my teeth start falling out.

Seriously, why I can't I be like Bella and just dream about an Edward???? Is that so freakin' hard????
(That was a Twilight reference for all you non-Twilighters)