The Nana Dream [1]

My brother and I are riding around in his car in a place that looks like New Jersey. There's a large bay with an enormous bridge above it, which leads to lands unknown. After driving around underneath the bridge past shops and things, I suggest we find a way onto the bridge, except there's two bridges. One is really quite long and is perpendicular to the one we need to get onto. My brother scolds me for directing him to the wrong one. So we finally pass onto the bridge we're meant to be on. There are several lanes, traffic cones, and other dividing obstacles on the bridge. As we pick up speed, I notice my grandmother on the farthest edge of the bridge in nothing but a nightgown. She's using a walker to slowly pass along the edge of the bridge, away from the cars. I panic as I realize we were supposed to keep her in the car with us and take her home. But it's too late, we're far across the bridge. 

For whatever reason, me and Michael keep on driving home. We pass under bridges and move along freeways. We see Nana along the road's edge several times, and we remark how fast she is for an elderly woman using a walker. Later on, my father and my aunt take me in a car to find Nana. Passing through a dream-manipulated and very sunny Valley Forge, we keep our eyes peeled. As we pass over a small but sharp hill, I exclaim, "There she is!" as I look behind us. She's in the center of the road, using her walker and walking up the hill. Then I realize it's a woman with a dog on a leash. Then I realize that my realization is wrong and it is actually Nana. We go up to her, and she's surprisingly not out of breath or angry or anything. In fact, she doesn't say anything. We lead her to an adjacent parking lot, where her forest green Toyota Corolla is waiting for her. She gets in the car without a word, as we all sort of stare at her anxiously. I worry for her health after that long journey, but she's completely fine.

[stay tuned for the next segment of the dream]