I was on the Williamsburg Bridge I took the approach ramp that lead to a path that went above the bridge. When I was above the Bridge the roadway was not connected to the approach ramp. Instead there was a drop off, and the little gap between the ramp and the roadway. Since the car that I am driving was a bit heavy, it could not jump the gap; it only went down through the space and fell through the drop off…..
Then there was another version of the same event. This time when the car was on top of the bridge, and I saw that there was no gap. I got out of the car and looked down, when I looked down there was a gap. I looked between the gap. Then the approach road moved upwards, in the same manner like a drawbridge, when it was at the forty-five degree angle, I had fallen off the Bridge.
The 2nd dream of the night began. I was driving my car and the flow of the traffic came to a standstill. I did not have any breaks; I was getting ready to hit the rear end of a van. There was a hole in the floor board of the car where I could put my feet through. Just like Fred Flintstone I put my feet through the floor of the car and stopped the car from impacting the rear of the van. Even though I had stopped myself from impacting the rear of the van, the van driver did not slow down, and the van plowed into the rear of the car in front of it. The van driver looked at it as being my fault, and she wanted my insurance company’s information. I did not want to give it to her because my insurance coverage had lapsed. I drove away while she was asking for the information. She might have taken my license plate, but somehow I knew nothing would happen, because it was not me who hit her in the rear.
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