I’m afraid of heights. Not all heights but only where I am not enclosed. I’m fine when I’m flying in an airplane but when I’m hiking for instance, and I am climbing a steep hill - I don’t like that at all. 

I was never able to figure out where my fear of heights came from and then I remembered a recurring dream I had as a child. The dream has me in a car with my mother driving and I am in the back seat - the car is a convertible. The car approaches a very narrow silver bridge which seems to be swaying in the wind. There are no side rails on the bridge and it has a very steep incline.  The car gets on the bridge and the wind keeps us swaying back and forth and we keep going up and up and up and I am thrown side to side in the backseat of the car. I am so scared of falling out of the car and into the water below, which seems to be miles below us. I never knew if we made it across the bridge as I always would wake up.

I still do not like heights.