ABSTRACT
My interest and fascination with bridges was first aroused by a patient who dreamed that his bridge needed mending because its supports were weak, fragile, and unreliable. Indeed, the bridges of this patient did need mending. He was, in fact, a very isolated and very split person, whose conscious experiences were out of and in opposition to his unconscious experiences, feelings, and understanding. The bridge image in this patient’s dream was, so it seemed to me, a true and meaningful metaphor.
