Really strange dream.

I had traveled a long way to the west coast, Perhaps San Fran.

I was on a large bridge at night , but it didn't seem like a normal bridge, larger.

I was with other people, strangers, but social. we were near the edge of the bridge were there were at least two sets of walkways. I was on the inner walkway and was afraid of falling. I grasped on the column desperately.

We saw ships, very large and monumental ships passing by the harbour, in and out. Their immensity caused pause.

There were some skinheads on the furthest walkway getting rowdy. It threatened me. A cop came over yelling for a doctor from across the wide street behind us. . Apparently I was a doctor in my dream. As soon as he saw I was getting up to come he turned around to go back to the people who needed help.

As I ran towards them I realised that there was full traffic going down the road. I stopped at the blurs coming down from the left. Apparently that was a good move because two cars came skidding into my path where I would ghave beeen had I klept on running.

Then I ran over to the where they needed help.

What really sticks with me from t his dream was my fear of being so close to the edge of the bridge and so desperately trying to hang on.

hmmm.