The bridge of dreams

I woke up in a cold sweat. Panting, I crawled out of bed. My stomach notted, my head spun, and I was grasping for air. It was THAT dream again! The dream came flooding into my mind. I closed my eyes. But the dream went on..... 1

I was driving in my car. The old, red one that I REALLY wanted to sell. ( Wouldn't be worth much, I figured. ) I drove on. The day was gloomy. The sky was wrapped in a gray blanket. I stared blankly out the window. There was something I had to do, but couln't remember. What was it? 2

" I'm worrying too much. " I wisperd aloud. My window was open, and imbibing my dark, brown, hair. I sighed. Soon, I was near a bridge. Suddenly, a car came colliding into mine. My old car spun. I was screaming my head off. Though I could't hear my self, because I was deathend by the ear- shattering crash. The next thing I knew, the car was slidding off the bridge. Down...down...darkness...I wake up. 3

That was the dream I kept having. Probably from watching too much t.v.....I went downstairs. Coffe would clear my pondering mind. I sipped slowly, the hot liquid burning the roof of my mouth. Every thing would be OK. I promised to meet my friends. They'll tell me what to do. I havent seen them in a while... Oh.... To get to them... I choked my coffe." I must 4

..........cross a bridge. "