A hole in the road

I had a dream last night which involved me driving a large car down a narrow lane with sheer cliffs and sheer drops alternating on both sides. It was raining and there were large puddles through which I careered. Various onlookers expressed open mouthed astonishment that I could negotiate such tricky terrain; but I had a destination in mind, though I had no clear idea what it was. At one point, as I drove through a deep mass of water, I hit a hidden pothole. The car reared up on end, I shot upwards, too, but somehow held onto the steering wheel (the car was open topped, with no seat belts) and was soon back in the driving seat, rampaging on. Eventually, I reached the end of the road, which was blocked by a large brick wall, beyond which I could see a river, and beyond that, a fabulous city. I debated how to cross this river, and was asking myself how I might commandeer a crane from the city to come and lift me and my car across, when I woke up.

The question that keeps troubling me is, who put the pothole where it was? It served no useful purpose, didn’t impede my progress, and was invisible. Either it was:

a. Already there, because I was driving on a road that existed, independently from me
b. Was created by me for an unknown purpose
c. Was created by me as a representation of some relatively minor hindrance in my life to come

My resident dream analyst suggests (c) is most likely, with (b) a close second. She finds (a) difficult to digest. I, on the other hand, firmly subscribe to (a), or a variant of it, finding both (b) and (c) rather flimsy.