Alligators are never nice

I went biking near dawn to a place I rarely go. I remember there were two paths to cross the bridge to get back home. I was biking home because it started to rain and chose the path that what I could explain as tree root expanding across from one end to the other like a bridge, but made out of tree logs. I got near the peak of the bridge until I biked into the mouth of an alligator. So there I was biking and then I had to stop because my front tire was in a gators mouth. I was like "Oh man I hope it doesn’t snap it's mouth cause it'll destroy my bike" luckily it didn't, but as I was rolling my bike backwards I noticed I biked over at least 20 gators. The terrain changed from solid ground to this muddy ground. I was confused as to how I was going to get back without running into the same problem. The initial gator started wobbling towards me so I started going back trying to dodge the other ones until I just said screw it I'm going to just bike full speed over the gators as I did it going up the bridge. So I got back and then crossed the street to take the normal bridge back home, after I crossed the bridge and biked around for a bit I told a friend what just happened. Then I woke up and told him about the dream over msn, in which I stated that it was the second time I've told him about the dream. I had another dream, but can't remember it though.