dreams of bridges

i rarely remember my dreams, so when i do, i think there must be powerful meaning behind it. last night i dreamed my husband and i were going over a very high bridge. he was driving. once we got on the bridge, a dense fog wrapped around us, making it impossible to see anything. i was very afraid. it seemed to me that we were driving in a straight line, but i couldn't be sure. i recall trying to sense with my physical being how far we had come and how far we had left to go.

there is no end to this dream. i think i must have been so frightened that i woke up briefly, which would explain why i remember the dream.

i've dreamed of bridges for as long as i can remember. bridge dreams generally follow the same trajectory. i'm driving up a tall bridge, but when i arrive at the top, i find that the bridge ends and i fall into empty space. one of the dreams i frequently had as a child involved arriving at my home to find that my parents had moved out. they did not leave a note saying where they went or why they left. i would set off on foot to find them and, inevitably, have to cross a tall bridge. the bridge ended at the top and i would begin a freefall.

i can think of several interpretations to my dream last night, but i'm going to meditate upon it for a while. solmetimes things are not as simple as they appear.