I woke up this morning from the following dream, strikingly similar, it seems to me, to this one.
Mr UD and I are driving on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, gradually climbing toward its highest point. A voice on a loudspeaker repeats the following instructions:
There’s a gap in the bridge coming up. Right before you get to the gap, rev your engines, and fly over it.
“Like Evel Knievel,” I say to Mr UD, who gets ready.
As we approach the break, Mr UD accelerates. The car flies over the gap.
I look down while we’re up in the air, and see several vehicles in the water.
“It’s not fair,” I say. “You have to understand English.”
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I clearly have some transportation infrastructure issues.
December 2nd, 2011 at 1:12AM
I had a glass of wine this evening with an upstairs neighbor. I told her about my dream last night…I was standing in my kitchen while my landlord’s son was working on my sink* and making general conversation with me.
She hooted with laughter and said “WORKING? And polite enough to ask about your mother? That was a dream!”
End of semester stress.
*which is NOT my current problem in the apartment
December 3rd, 2011 at 10:27AM
I can’t drive over that bridge. It gives me the willies. The problem is that it’s two separate bridges, one each way, with nothing but air between them. I can drive over high bridges without such a gap easily, and mountain roads in the Tatras, Alps, and even southwestern Ireland don’t faze me, but it’s something about the air space between the spans that freaks me out. If it is inevitable that we will drive across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, we have to pull over and Mrs. Polish Peter takes the wheel.
December 3rd, 2011 at 11:08AM
Polish Peter: So many people share your response to that bridge that you can call ahead and have an escort drive your car for you.
http://www.kentislandexpress.com/