A very weird one, which was, I think, part of a much longer epic. Only the last part stuck in my memory.
In order to catch a train or a tram, I needed to cross a bridge. As I approached it, the height was daunting. It was not so much a bridge as a near-vertical structure, on which random characters were seated, as if at a sports ground. There was a very vivid close-up section, where I was scaling this white, plastic structure. For some reason, the easiest route was up a foul-looking stream of mud. Here and there were handles to assist my ascent and, in places, the plastic was textured with ripples and bumps for footholds. I also tried to avoid the "spectators" who seemed to me menacing, despite doing nothing evil. This part went on for a long time.
I had still to reach the height of the crossing of the tracks. Quite why this was still important is a mystery, since the structure would have blocked any tracks completely. In order to go up another a level, I had to raise a sort of manhole in the roof to enter a covered space. This region was painted pale blue. I was startled to see a trampish, historic-looking man, who was entirely painted dark blue. He sat, inert, though evidently alive.
The only conversation in the dream was with a pair of rough-looking boys, who turned out to be courteous. The old, blue man was heading for the end and it was better to let him well alone and no, there was no way across the tracks up here. I would have to descend the way I had come.
The bridge or lack-of-crossing theme was related to a real-life event, when I had forgotten to inform a friend that she would need to cross the tracks at the local station, the bridge having been demolished. I had briefly speculated whether her belief in the bridge could have enabled her to cross it. The rest of the dream was so solidly physical and textured that it seemed to laugh at the notion of symbolism!