dream log 86 - stressful driving

i'm at school, walking around outside buildings, but all the school buses are in the wrong places. they're picking up students, yes, but they're not where they're supposed to be, and i miss my bus.

i run through the main, biggest building, all the way to the front, and after taking a few breathes i bolt for the road where all buses are supposed to exit from. it's a bit hilly, so i run with difficulty, then leap, and leap... until my feet are practically gliding. i'm moving, but i'm not even touching the ground. it's like WOOSHY until i land on the road itself and i jump out of the way to avoid all the buses.

finally, i see my bus and get in. it's kind of a mess, there's decorations everywhere on the ceiling. there's at least one other nerdy-looking boy in there that i don't recognize. the driver drives around, dropping off some kids, and then stops at her own house and just abandons the bus with the keys still inside.

"what the fuck? i'm not even 18 yet. i only have a driver's permit," i mutter to myself, taking the wheel, and there's a bunch of buttons i have to press to make it go forwards, backwards, and stop. it's confusing. i back up out of their driveway, and just barely manage to avoid hitting many cars at once before stopping at a restaurant where i'm supposed to meet my brother.

thankfully he's here and i opt to just take a bicycle (i don't even know how to ride a bike, but it's better than driving a death machine i guess). i bike for some time, searching out where my mom is, because she's certainly not at the meeting place we proposed. i find my dad instead, near some pool, and he's like "hey" and i go "sup" and he nods, running to the restaurant.

suddenly i'm at a campsite, but with tents and stuff, and about 10 kids are sleeping in a single tent. i'm one of them. obnoxious, harmless stuff that i don't feel like describing happens.

hey, you know that nerdy-looking kid in the bus with me earlier? now he's driving a car through some woods, with very badly maintained roads, in the middle of the night. it is not well-lit, i'll tell you that.