golden balls never live to tell the story

I saw flashes of lights, blaring sirens. A lady approached me from the left and asked if I was alright. Then came this guy who shook me violently before slapping me and asking if I was alright, again.

Next, a boy ran to me and delivered a kick to my shin and asked, "you ok?"

I answered none of them. Instead, I ignored them and crossed the road, oblivious to the traffic and almost got knocked down by a truck. Then I saw a chicken by the bridge, I went pass it and heard it mumbling, "think I'll cross the bridge..."
Why did the chicken not cross the road but used the bridge?


Dreams are weird shits man.