This is the first dream I ever had of Dusk. I was probably 10 or so, somewhere between 8 and 12 for sure. I don't remember what at all happened that day or the day after but, basically the dream went like this.
I awoke in my mom's ford taurus station wagon, in the passenger seat, with her at the wheel. It was decently lit outside the windows, but incredibly foggy. The road was smooth and there were other cars besides our own, some passing us, some going slower.... It was a four lane highway, and the area around us for what I could see was marsh-like. Swampy but there were also trees growing up from it, very tall trees. They were all a darker gray than the fog so they seemed to stand out a bit, with their dead-looking (but still leafy) branches stretching in all directions. The water was flat, stagnant without waves. The road itself seemed to be built slightly above the surface of the water. We passed by one of those large green signs that hang above highways, telling what exits go where and the like. I couldn't read it because of the fog but I remember my mom saying "Next exit and we'll be there!"
We took the next exit a moment later, and it bent around, curving through denser patches of the trees. Ahead I could make out the darkening silhouette of an old metal suspension bridge as it drew near. It reminded me of the old "blue bridge" of my hometown in Arkansas, and felt familiar and safe in that regard. As we started to drive onto it, I looked down over the side and saw ripples in the previously still water. Something about that instantly had me worried, perhaps because everywhere I had looked at the water along the way it was entirely motionless. As I was about to tell my mom, I remember turning my head to say somethin but a loud crunching noise cut me off. Ahead I had time to see the shadow something huge in the fog as it arced up from the water and slammed into one side of the bridge, mowing clean through it and out the other side before splashing loudly back into the water. The road jolted with the impact and made me bounce up in my seat.
I was panicing already, freaked out by what just happened. But my mom on the other hand, hadn't seemed to notice. She kept driving until we came to the part of the bridge that had been whiped out. It was at the highest point of the bridge, a good 25 foot chunk of it missing now. "It's not so bad." my mom said, getting out of the car to take a look. I followed her out and remember seeing a shape in the water far below me, shaped like a snake with fins but with the head and whiskers of something like a catfish. I immediately went back to the car, and my mom began backing up. I remember pleading her not to try and jump the gap with the car but she simply replied "it'll be okay, just close your eyes". I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could when she floored the gas, the station wagon not a particularly good choice of vehicle to attempt this with. I felt the tires leave the ground, and then for the longest time felt like I was falling. I think my mom was screaming, I don't remember too well. The last thing I remember was staring at my knees and crying as we continued to fall.
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