We were in NYC and there was a bridge next to us. It was small. One end of it was in front of us, the other end was in the water. It was long enough to reach the island in the water but it wasn't...instead, it ended in the water a few feet to the side of the island. I told you it was the Verrazano Bridge - that's a bridge in NYC: Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, it's a double decker bridge. I love it.
Anyway....this little bridge was empty and broken and .. wooden. I looked to the east and then I saw the real Verrazano bridge and it was PACKED full of cars. We decided to go to the ferry station to get to the island that way. You had a canvas sack full of severed heads. I have no idea where they came from. We got to the ferry terminal and this is where I the dream gets fuzzy. I remember getting separated and looking in rooms for you. There might have been a bathroom involved too. I don't remember.
So that's it. <3 you!
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