Then I was riding a conveyance that kept looping like a roller coaster and soon it was clear I was in a plane, a jet, which kept flying very low over the water then looping up quickly, against all likelihood. Then it became clear that we couldn't land because our landing gear wouldn't go down, so the pilot, a woman, interestingly, dipped us down sharply, and I, in the dream, just closed my eyes stoically, ready to accept death.

We were above the water of the gulf just offshore of Kuwait and the pilot tilted the wings of the plane right then left, dipping them in the water as we skimmed along, presumably to slow us down. Then she ditched us and we stopped, floating on the water,and people began getting out in a fairly orderly fashion. The plane had turned into a bus with wings, an orange bus. As I jumped out into the water I said "Al hamdulailah" and looked back at the bus which began sinking. Everyone had gotten off, but watching it go under the water brought up that horror I feel of things submerged out of sight below me when I'm in the water. I wished I had a "floatation device" as they always say on the airliners.

We seemed to be pretty far off shore so there was doubt that we could swim that far and fears of becoming too tired to stay afloat and of being attacked by sharks came up. Then suddenly there were some huge floating barges carrying shipments of new cars there and as people began to get up on them someone warned that they don't float at night. And indeed one went down, under the water as the bus had done, out from under the climbers, just as those airborn barges do in Mario Brothers. Yet, somehow, walking on those and going through an almost water-filled tunnel we made it to shore.