I was riding a charter bus. However, in this dream, perhaps due to to the fact that I was actually laying on a mattress, was the most comfortable charter bus known to man. Throughout the dream I believe I was talking to various people. None of whom I can recall. Nor can I recall any of the topics of conversation. Some time passed and I might have even awoken to find the real world, but I soon found myself right back in that charter bus seat on the right side about 1/4 of the way back, and I really had to use the bathroom. I got up proceeded to the front of the bus where I stumbled upon an elevator. When I stepped into the elevator it was then that I realized that charter buses are not typically equipped with elevators and I should find another route to the facilities. So I reluctantly asked the bus driver where the stairs were. I didn’t want to distract him. Little did I know an accident at that point only would have only shortened our lives by a fraction of our remaining time. I then found myself standing on the bottom floor of the ever growing charter bus. The bathrooms where incredibly large even by most non-mobile standards. Acting instinctively, I avoided the door marked with the typical warning signs of pink and optioned to enter the door marked with a blue sign. Once inside I was met by two or three females. I remember asking them if I had entered the wrong bathroom, but in the end I think we all agreed they had entered the wrong door. I don’t remember too much about the time in the bathroom. And I am proud of my brain that it chose to spare me the intricacies of using a toilet. Finally, in the last scene of my dream I found myself back on the first floor of the bus with all the now semi-sleepy people chattering quietly. It was dark. I was standing in between the seats conversing with a friend about a topic that was seconds from becoming irrelevant. We spoke for a minute or two and I noticed what appeared to be a common meteorite. But it didn’t break up. There were three or four large, glowing chunks of rock. The rocks left the sky and entered the horizon at a distance of what appeared to be 10 miles or so. A blue ring jetted away from the impact. And the sky turned black as thick, black dust engulfed the bus. Once I realized the situation, all I remember was repeatedly saying “it’s over. “ I then awoke from the dream in a curious state. I was incredibly sweaty, scared, and I really had to pee.