Jenn contributes: "your subconscious is soooo weird..."
Well, maybe. Had a dream last night/this morning, remembered it well 'cause I'd just half-woken from it when the alarm went off.
I was staying at a hotel - why, I don't honestly recall - but some friends of mine were around. I was with one of them, talking to her. She was on her way to something, but I knew we could talk till I got there. (I have a vague recollection of someone who looked like someone I knew in college - Emily P. - but the personality was all wrong.)
We got to the tour bus (apparently she was going on a bus tour, I realized as soon as we saw the bus). It was one of those open-air ones, four seats across, but no side walls, just poles and whatnot to finish the construction. (Very like the shuttle bus at the Japanese Garden except painted plain white. Imagine that, my mind recycling elements.)
She sat down, along with another friend of ours who was there suddenly at this point. And I climbed up into the very edge of the back and continued chatting with her. At one point, she started to gesture, as if at the hotel, but before she could say anything or complete the gesture, the bus was in motion. I was immediately sure she'd been warning me, but - I really have no clue.
Unfortunately, the street we were on turned IMMEDIATELY into an on-ramp for the freeway, so there was NO chance to ask the driver to stop and let me off. At this point, I looked over at my friends, shrugged, and moved to the middle of the back wall (apparently the back space, unlike the rest, had no seats) and leaned against it. At this point, my friends "ceased to matter" to the dream, and faded into the scenery.
The driver (male, I know, but I don't know anything else) made some comment, as we were going down the freeway, about freeloaders and having to drop us off. But he referred, not to one, but to three people. (I didn't care who the other two were. Now I wonder if they were my friends, but in the dream, I was bitterly envious. We were all three in trouble, but they were sitting down.)
I expected him to drop us off as soon as we got off the freeway, but he didn't. The long curved ramp turned into a short distance of streets (less than a quarter-mile) and he said something roughly like, Now I'm going to take you through the major gateway. And we drove through a set of arches, and just as I was thinking "this is it?" I realized he was driving toward a largeish-looking, rectangular swimming pool - except deeper than a swimming pool should be; the water took on a mid-greenish color and you could not see the bottom. At least, from one of the seats (which I now seemed to be occupying - thank you, subconscious, for not leaving me standing for this next part!) in the bus.
I had time to take a deep breath, push it out, and take another one, and then we hit the water and went down. And despite the fact that no part of the bus was touching anything but water (and us), and that it didn't seem to have suddenly aquired jet propulsion or anything of the sort, while the passengers all held their breath, it drove forward, then turned to the left. (At this point, the space changed shape, so that the rectangle was the entry point, but then there was a huge irregular area off to the left where we were going. It was all open - despite not having been seen from the surface - because there was daylight filtering in.)
There were sharks, down here. One of them tried to bite me but did no damage, just terrified me. (It was a "little" thing, as long as my arm or so, I think.) Then it went away as we continued on.
We were under the water for long enough that I couldn't resist, exhaled a bit to control the urge to breathe, and then drew in a slight breath through my nose, despite myself.
It didn't give me any trouble; it was just like breathing air. Didn't even feel like water. But somehow I still "knew" I had to hold my breath, and kept on doing so. Once more I exhaled a bit and inhaled...and then the driver angled the bus up and we broke the surface. We came up not far from where we went in, really, less than 50 feet, amid rather pretty (and very showy as far as wasted money on architecture!) cement arches.
I vaguely recall that I might've complained about the shark bite, but not sure. I was dropped off, and I'm not sure how, but I ended up in a really bad neighborhood maybe a block or two away, looking for a bus route.
Naturally, since I was visiting the city, I had a bag full of my camera, maps, etc., etc. (It and I were now totally dry. How, I've no idea.) What I didn't have was a good bus schedule for the wrong part of town....
I looked at the map and read it, and saw that we were on an island in the middle of the city, at the southern point. My hotel was mid-city: I had to get up, cross the bridge at the northern point, and head a bit to one side. I could read the map then and knew the name of the place I'd been, but I've forgotten it now.
There were a lot of run-down (and I mean run-down!) buildings near me, and homeless people mixed with very down-at-their-heels. All the same, they were nice to me, I was just constantly jumpy. They told me which bus I wanted (and I found myself wondering why I hadn't just PAID for the tour with my credit card and stayed on - but I did have enough cash for the regular bus, at least, I realized).
Of course, it was the only bus that came there (bus number 4 - the sign looked like a Tri-Met sign, same colors, layout, etc.), so that was a no-brainer. Heh. I remember we talked some, but I don't remember about what.
I hadn't gotten on the bus or left yet, when I woke.