A Fragment . . .

I dreamed Mother and I were on the road in seperate cars, seemingly driving from Louisiana back home.  I was in the lead.  I took an exit, thinking I knew where I was going, Mother had preceded on the highway.  I came to an intersection, where a road fed onto the feeder I was driving on.  I recognized the road and thought I was on a familiar route.  Then the feeder veered off to the right, into a wooded area, I began to fear I was lost.  The foliage widened out and suddenly I was driving across an old rusty bridge.  At first I thought I'd screwed up and I was driving over a train trellis, but I could see paved road in front of me, striped and lined.  The bridge was very high and though the scenery over the bridge was gorgeous, a huge flowing river, banked for miles by forest, I was scared to death.  I seemed to drift into a different dream, with a lot of busy scenes, a lot of people, and something about spring break.