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From an early age I dreamed of a large bridge with lots of scaffolding. I was in the backseat of a car driving on the bridge. In someways the bridge seemed like a draw bridge. We were going up and the car went off the end of the bridge. I would wake up screaming. I have always been afraid of bridges. I stopped having this dream when I turned 19 but can still clearly see the pictures in my head and feel the terror.
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