On the bridge pictured above, I have experienced many adventures. I have fallen off of it, and flipped inside of cars as they’ve tumbled down the steep decline. I’ve also slid down it rapidly, with my nails scraping the pavement trying to grab hold of anything I could.
One time I stepped over the center, and to my horror saw that the incline was almost perfectly vertical. I tried to keep myself from falling, but slipped forward and fell to the bottom, bouncing off cars in the process. I have even sat on the protection of a bubble car and then fallen off of it with my body plummeting toward the ground.
When I was a child we drove over this bridge. Back then, I don’t recall it being anything more than fascinating. My subconscious on the other hand, took the bridge a bit more seriously. That bridge became the source of many nightmares. Over 25 years later, it still haunts me in my dreams.
Last night I watched a video of someone driving over that bridge. Right before they began their decline, I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come. To my relief, there was nothing but a typical downward slope. No cars were flipping and no one was seen plummeting toward the ground below. Instead, the cars were making their way effortlessly to the bottom. Even though that bridge is harmless, my mind has transformed it into something terrifying.
The unrealistic nightmares about that bridge, have given me a very real fear of bridges. While approaching a bridge, I always have a mini pep talk with myself so that I can get over it calmly. I saw this one last night in an article. It stretches for nearly 24 miles over a lake! No way will I be crossing that anytime soon.
Has anything harmless in your life ever turned into a nightmare?