i was on a bridge, fixing it. i had to crawl under it to fix it, and i didn't have a harness.

i was up, like five hundred feet above the water, just crawling around.

and i thought, for sure, i was going to lose my grip and go plummeting to my death.

i had to install two things and then crawl back to the road on the bridge.

i had been chosen to do it, and i can't remember why, but i really didn't want to do it, because i was scared, and i wanted to stop and ask for someone to lift me up, but i couldn't, because of my pride and because i just wasn't supposed to, it would destroy everything.

there was a guy on the bridge, watching me, and i think narrating a television show about what we were doing. i was listening to him as i was trying to move around and not lose all my upper body strength.

but then i overheard him talking about a ladder, and i saw something ladder-like.

i was there, hanging upside down, and i can remember the land. the water was deep blue, there were pine trees near the coast.

i managed to move to the ladder and began to pull myself up.

and then my dream changed. and i was looking at my son, who was about four. he had been eating cereal while watching cartoons and he came running up to me.

he had dirty blonde hair.