Of all people to have this dream last night...
At about 7pm, my wife and I finally made it home from Florida to Long Island at the height of the blizzard. We were the last flight out and the last LIRR train running from Jamaica, so it was quite a stroke of luck.
Anyway, when I finally got to bed after digging my way into the house, I ended up dreaming vividly about trying to ride over a bridge - I believe it was the 59th Street bridge - during a snowstorm as blizzardous as last night's. All around me was total white-out, except for the Christmas lights I could still see shining through some of the apartment house windows. I'm not sure if I was alone on the bridge, but I don't remember seeing anyone else out there with me. In fact, the feeling of the dream was lonely and a little creeped-out. When I finally got to the other end of the bridge, my father-in-law, a long-deceased Astoria merchant, was waiting with a shovel. I'm not sure what that meant.
As some of you might know, I do not ride in the late fall or winter, so having this dream was a bit ironic. I think the bike was just symbolism for the feeling of being in a plane, circling over JFK for over an hour with no visibility, waiting for an OK to land. I know some of you commute into Manhattan regularly in all kinds of weather, though, so I'd like to hear if anybody has a REAL story about crossing a bridge in a snowstorm like this one.