Had a dream where I think we were in like high school on a field trip being chaperoned by parents. We were riding the bus to wherever we were going. The bus driver lady I had in HS was there on the bus with us, but she was more of a supervisor. Instead, she would just watch as one of the students drove the bus.
I was the one driving the school bus, but then I got into an accident where I side-swiped another school bus in the parking lot. That was just a warning though; I was still tasked with driving the bus. However, I then got in further trouble when driving through an obstacle course (the type the MVA would give you for a driver's test). I didn't understand the course because it wasn't explained to me what I had to do, so I accidentally drove right through a line on the pavement that I wasn't supposed to cross. After that misstep, I was relieved of my duties. It became Brandon's turn to drive the bus, which placed everyone in much greater danger. Everyone was audibly disappointed, sighing that someone less skilled would now have to drive the bus. I knew I had let everyone down. Additionally, as part of the driver change, we were all forced to leave the big yellow school bus and file into a short bus for special kids. I actually liked this because there was plenty of room for my wheelchair, which didn't really matter because I could walk anyway, but I appreciated the thoughtfulness that went into such an accommodation.
Eventually, we arrived at our destination for the field trip. When we got there, it was like an IRL Halo story mode that was taking place in the heart of Baltimore. There were aliens and shit all running amok, and it was our job to kill them all. Many students died. I kind of cheesed the game by finding a narrow ledge (like an imperfection in the level design ) where the npc monsters couldn't get me, but I could shoot them until they were dead. I exploited this imperfection in the game to safely clear out a zone, which culminated in me firing puny shots with my Halo carbine rifle until this super brute was dead. The super brute was just running stupidly into the edge of the level below the ledge where I was hiding, as idiot AIs are wont to do, which allowed me to easily plink him until he was dead. It probably took liek 100 shots, but he died eventually.
After the field trip was over, Brandon had to drive us back to school. However, instead of using a school bus, he had to pilot a large ship—like a massive cargo ship—through a canal. We were being lowered from one section of the canal to the next, so as we moved forward, we had to wait for the canal in front of us to fill with water before we could advance. However, Brandon's timing or patience was way off, and so he entered the next section of the canal prematurely, causing the ship to crash down into the water. We were all okay, thankfully, but it was a clear warning not to do that again: wait until the next section of the canal fills with water before proceeding. However, Brandon did not learn his lesson, and again piloted the ship into the next part of the canal before there was any water in it. The ship went crashing through the giant steel water gate and then went crashing down into the nearly empty section of canal that was ahead of us. The passengers were all ejected from the ship and onto some sort of train car that was transporting trash to the landfill.
Several students and parent/chaperones found themselves wounded but still alive atop the speeding rail-car full of trash. As we came to, we realized that there were IV's in our arms, as if we had been injected with something. A man in a suit explained to us that we were receiving treatment for HIV as part of a clinical trial on some new HIV drug test (so I guess we had all been given HIV?). The IV was kind of gross and hurt my arm, but I tolerated it. Then, I noticed among the trash some experimental candy, like some prototype new Reese's pieces and some assorted Hershey's minis (like Krackel, Mr. Goodbar, etc.), which I knew they wouldn't let me have, so I hid bags of chocolate under my sweat jacket and hid as many Reese's pieces in my mouth as I could. It was clearly awkward how I was hiding them, and the man in the suit was looking at me suspiciously, but he never called me out on stealing the candy.
Eventually, the rail car arrived at this alien monster enemy, which stood like 50 stories tall and was wreaking havoc in downtown Baltimore. The IV's in our arms began to hurt, and somehow we collectively realized that we were not, in fact, given a cure for HIV. Instead, we were given some kind of experimental serum that was supposed to turn us into super soldiers when we approached alien enemies. However, all it really did was make us feel really weak and sick. It felt like my veins were burning. I don't remember what happened exactly, but I think I used what energy I could muster to roll off the train car full of garbage, escaping with my stolen Reese's pieces and other assorted chocolate bars.