crazy bridge

Growing up in the greater NY area necessitated many crossings over bridges and tunnels by car to visit relatives. As a result, these structures impressed themselves into my psyche, or so they say, giving way to the recurrent nightmare of being in a car on a bridge, hurtling toward some other shore, when the bridge begins churning, melting and finally snapping so one outcome is being spit out into some unknown abyss. The other outcome is waking up.