Surviving a Flood in an Underwater Aquarium or some such building.

Date: 4/21/2019

Earliest I remember... being in a city hungry at night time... maybe... Stuff... One specific thing I remember is being in what is supposed to be my college's main cafeteria. Not much to say about that. I also remember being outside with my family (something obviously untrue in retrospect seeing as my parents are separated). We were at the roadside in the city. We had a stack of stuff sitting there that me and then my brother were unsuccessfully trying to cover with a blue tarp. It was fairly dark (dark blue evening light). My mom told us multiple times to leave it as is. One more comment, seeing some girls at a garage at night... I don't know if this is a straight timeline or what seeing as the nature of how this dream ended and what memories I had in dream. ONTO THE ACTION! Literally, Action! You'll get it later. So me and some girls were in some kind of underwater... aquarium place? The next part is kind of weird because I think I experience basically the same thing twice, the first time may not neccessarily be my point of view. So, at some point in this small cramped underwater glass... building? Water starts to leak in. I (or whoever's point of view I'm in) get into this small and cramped big metal and glass tube. This is a submersible tube that should keep us safe and carry us to the surface. We get in by the other person and then my POV getting into through the end cap. Then once inside, pulling the circular cap closed like a submarine or an airlock in space. (remember, it is a big glass tube essentially). The door never really sealed, but I guess it is fairly watertight. It just stopped once I pulled it in and was fine. That happens, in that, I was either in the POV of a girl named Janie, or with her. Then in my definite actual POV. I am with another girl. We are in this maybe three foot diameter tube when water starts to leak in. I crawl out to the room area and beckon her into the glass tube craft and wait for her to get in. Once she's in, I too crawl. I then close the door, but it doesn't stop and seal. Instead, the end cap of the craft swings all the way inward and does not stop once closed. I swear and get worried as I also see a crack in (I think) the lower left side. I push the door outwards so it gets to the closed position and then hold it there, nudging it to stay. Water fills up the small room around us and we start to float upwards with the current going up the hallway tube. Water is also entering our tube through the crack in the door and I am worrying. Then we find ourselves in a rock tunnel. At this point the top side of the craft must have opened up. We get stuck in a high point of this cave and scramble to paddle our way back into the current so we aren't trapped here with water rising. We get back on track rushing with the current towards the surface. Then our craft sort of popped out of a tube into an apparent pool in the middle of a park in the city. Perhaps it is a tube in the middle of where a fountain should be running. Or it is just a sewer pipe five feet or so above the surface of this pond/pool. I say pool because the sides were like a pool. It even had little exit ladders like a pool, but it was located where a fountain and pond should have been in the middle of this nice grassy block in the city. At this point, our craft is now more of a big dark bag. I could see out through a zipper slit or something. We had been plopped out and were drifting along. I saw the shore/pool siding 90 degrees to the right (the shoreline parallel to the direction that we were headed). I then start to paddle or move us to the nearest edge. Some people gasped at our entrance. Already a crowd had begun to form. I paddle or swim with the craft/duffel to the edge and then climb out (idk how... the thing changed). The craft we were in is now like a large backpack sized duffelbag that we were somehow fitting in. I think it is slung to my back as I then climb either the siding or a ladder onto the grass. Some other people rush over. There are a few cheers. I set the duffelbag down and unzip it fully. I try to stir the girl, she seems very weak and is probably in shock. I start to pick her up to bring her to get some sort of medical attention. Before I fully get up with her, she comes to her senses and I set her down. Janie, a survivor from another submersible has come over by now. I ask, how the hell did those girls from earlier not get out here at the pool park. There was a danger that if I had not gotten the craft out of its drift. It would have entered downstream to the sewers/outskirts. Presumably that is what happened to the girls I was talking about. She didn't know and I asked if they just couldn't see out of their craft so they had just sat tight doing nothing. Then either Janie or I stomp off to this decrepit old white guy that looks like a stoner or something. Scraggly beard and all. I start cussing him out and blaming him. Fucking hell, I swore a lot. But I didn't know why, I didn't know why I was so fucking mad at him, because I wasn't. My mouth was saying shit my brain was not thinking. I then went up to my dad and commented that now I know why he lets a bit loose sometimes talking, and perhaps he too did not always mean to be as harsh as what he says. From there, the dream kind of became the end of a making-of this TV show. I guess what I witnessed was the end of some season finale of a J. J. Abrams show. There was like documentary-type narration along with footage showing first an outdoor set next to a building with a tall white haired director directing... i.e. not J. J. Abrams. The second bunch of footage was like overhead shots looking down on the pool pond park in the city where it ended. It was probably taken as a crane shot about thirty feet above the ground. I don't know if it showed Abrams, but it definitely had his voice saying something like, "We wanted to make it surprising/exciting." (I think the camera also swapped to a shot from the water's edge, one that could've filmed my craft's exit from the fountain tube and me swimming/getting to shore opposite of the camera) There was a female voice excerpt from an interview saying about "once [J. J. Abrams] stopped communication" or something. Keeping the public in the dark about the show's production and keeping it in secrecy in its last few weeks. About there, I woke up.