Driving across a bridge, which doesn’t happen to any significant degree in Colorado, reminded me I used to have recurring dreams about driving cars into water. Either off bridges, cliffs, over guard rails, whatever. I haven’t had the dream in ages, undoubtedly because I no longer live around water. I miss living around water–a lot–but I don’t miss the dream. They were particularly terrible because there was an inevitability to the car going into the water and, as I was powerless to do anything about it, I’d eventually just have to commit to the action in the dream.