Dream, Night of 27 Feb, 2010
I was in a vehicle - a very strange vehicle that consisted of only an open front seat, kind of like riding in a box with a bench-car seat in it, and a steering-wheel. It had the steering wheel on the right, like British vehicles. It had no windscreen. My father was driving it, and I was the passenger. We were driving somewhere specific, but there was something wrong. We didn't think we'd be able to get there, and we kept coming to these elaborate cloverleaf intersections, and these very bizarre suspension bridges. They would curve, and there would be no chasm or river or anything under them, as if someone just made them for the heck of it.
As we drove across one of the bridges, we were stopped by the police, who were looking for some sort of escapee. We said we hadn't seen them, and our vehicle obviously had no place for a third person (or even baggage) to fit, but they made us stop at a station on the far side of the bridge.
We had to wait while they searched us, and the 'car', and we both decided that a bathroom break was needed. Dad went and got into line (there was a line of five or six for the bathroom) and I noticed then that we were dressed in rainbow knitted or crocheted garments. I was wearing a dress, and my dad had pants and a shirt. We both had hats. They looked like someone had made them from varigated thread. No one else was dressed this way.
I went into the station a few minutes after my father, and he wasn't to be seen. I figured he was in the bathroom, but the people in the line were still the same people.
I went back outside, and the police, and the car, and the bridges were gone. I turned around, and the station was gone too. It's like I stepped out of one dream, into another one.
Outside, the landscape was a beach, as far as the eye could see. There was water to my right, a little way away, and sand to my left. The road ran along the beach both directions, into the distance. Everything was very flat. I couldn't see any trees, or hills, or anything but this road, and the sand, and the water. I started to walk along the road, in the direction I had been going before the bridge/station etc. There was somewhere I had to be. I was still dressed in rainbow knitted stuff, but now I had pants and a shirt (still had the hat.)
I heard a noise behind me, and turned around to see a dark spot in the water. I watched for a minute or two, before I realised that it was a hole, and the water (and the sand) and everything around were being pulled into it, like into a black hole. I started to run away, but the road was moving under me back towards the hole, and I was pulled backwards over the edge. I could see the circle of the hole receding above me as I fell, like I was falling into a pit or well.
I woke up before I hit bottom, presuming there was a bottom.
It's been a long time since I had a falling dream/nightmare. This was a very bizarre dream, and I had a sort of deja vu through much of it (the driving, the cloverleafs and the bridges), as if I'd dreamed it before.