"Crazy bus, crazy bus, riding on a crazy bus!" - Dream (Part 2)

After waking up confused and soon drifting off to sleep again I began to have a longer more deranged dream. I will cut to the chase on this one:

During the main part of the dream I boarded a city bus for an unknown reason.

I looked around the bus, it was as if I had entered a time warp, all the people on board were in black and white and dressed as if they were in the 1950s. There were all types of odd characters. On the right wall near the front there was a man with shifty eyes and slicked back hair and a popped collar on his coat, he was smoking a cigarette and seemed on edge. Above his head appeared a label, it read; "Coke fiend". The sketchy character snarled at me, curling his upper lip, and I moved away.

The back of the bus was packed with passengers, many of which were excitable and jumping around like hyper children coming home from school. In actuality they were all middle aged adults, but their faces were old high school pictures as if cut straight out of a year book. The pictures were either black and white or an odd pinkish- red tint, as some photographs of poor quality sometimes do. They were all tripping on substances, a few were hanging between seats like monkeys, others sitting quietly, some gossiping in groups etc. Everyone was having a wonderful and apparently trippy time.

The girls/women wore dresses with stockings and back shoes, and they wore their hair curled at the bottom, and clipped in the back as you often see in photographs. They were all smiling according to their grade 12 photographs that were seemingly stuck above their shoulders. The men had slicked back hair. They wore blazers and had dopey, carefree smiles for the most part, although some modeled sexified smirks.

The bus rocked slightly and a scary man boarded. He was at first expected to be a police officer
( I don't recall his appearance). The passengers and I were frozen, terrified that we would all be charged with drug possession (though I was totally clean and sober). However he himself was high on Cocaine and incredibly violent.

This man roared up and down the isle in a fierce frenzy, lashing out on passengers on the bus. His eyes were blood shot and when he crossed my path he hurt me. I'm not sure what he did but he made my stomach bleed. Though I don't recall him having a weapon he may have stabbed me.. and upon waking and recording this dream I also guessed he may have bit me. Some man yelled out in fright or impatience perhaps "Dudeeee, what are you ON".

This man did his damage and suddenly disappeared from the scene. I now was in a frenzy! I ran up and down the isle looking for comfort from a stranger. It was as if I was trying to choose the safest, most reliable one. I examined each person closely. I started to cry out in a whinny, distressed , 50's girl's voice that you might expect one of the Pink Ladies in Grease to have. I shrieked; "He got my stomach Johnny! He got my stomach! Ohhhhh, my stomach!!" dramatically.

I feel into a few mens arms one after another as if to try them out. I looked at a few women for comfort but the women seemed stupefied by the situation and the men seemed eager to take advantage me because of the situation. They looked devilish and dirty minded, as if they were about to pat their lap for me to sit on at any moment. They smirked sexually and winked at each other, as if one would get some. As if this was some sort of game.

It was very odd indeed.

The dream ended abruptly. My anxiety died down after charging the isle a few times, and then the bus stopped. Everyone was sober now and we all walked normally of the bus as if nothing had happened and onto the street. People looked as if they could have been heading to work as perfect citizens, and my stomach seemed to be perfectly healed...