Written by Dennis Harvell
The Approach
I came upon a bridge stretching across a vast expanse. Its arches rose high, carved from stone that seemed older than memory. The air around it was heavy, as if the bridge carried not just travelers, but the weight of countless choices made before me.
The First Steps
The planks beneath my feet echoed with each step. The bridge swayed slightly, reminding me that even solid paths can feel uncertain. I gripped the railing, though it was cold and rough, offering no comfort — only stability.
The Divide
Halfway across, I looked down. Beneath the bridge was not water, but a void — endless, silent, and unknowable. It was not meant to be crossed lightly. The bridge demanded faith, not just movement.
The Encounter
A figure appeared at the far end, cloaked in shadow. They did not beckon, but simply stood, waiting. I could not see their face, yet I felt their presence urging me forward. The bridge was no longer just stone and wood — it was a passage toward something greater.
The Crossing Complete
I reached the other side, breathless but unbroken. The figure vanished, leaving only the echo of my steps. The bridge had not tested my strength, but my willingness to trust the path laid before me.
Reflection
The bridge was not about distance, but about faith. It taught me that some crossings are less about where they lead, and more about the courage to take them. The dream reminded me that trust is often the bridge between fear and freedom.
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