I dreamt that the bus caught on Fire.
Me and family were on one from the airport, though I'm not sure where we'd been, and in one particularly tight curve of the road the side mirror of the bus brushed against some dry grass, and suddenly the back of the mirror was ablaze!
We must have been in the UK, because it didn't look like the tropics, and the Bus Driver was sitting close enough to start swatting the mirror with a piece of cloth - and it was the right mirror. He kept driving at the same time, trying to kill the fire by wind, too, even if that didn't seem to work at all.
We were all scared of slowing down, because it felt like if we did the fire would engulf the whole bus in less than a second, but as it was it was at least just the mirror.
Up until now we had been driving on country roads, far from the hustle and bustle of city traffic, but now suddenly there were other cars on the road, an intersection was coming up and the city streets panned out in front of us. My dad took over, and as the bus driver focused on the driving he leaned further out the window and managed to swat the fire on the back side of the mirror to really extinguish all of it.
I then sat on the bus and wondered about how a mirror could catch fire like that, if it was really possible. If the grass was dry enough maybe. If particles from it brushed off on the mirror. That and the extra friction...
Moments later we'd stopped, everything was good, and we were fetching our suitcases from the bus, which were locked in on some strange seat-like docking stations that rose from the floor when you pulled at your suitcase. I picked the wrong one first... but it was my sisters so that was OK. She wasn't on the bus for some reason but we had her suitcase too. I was about to fetch my own right after but... that's when I woke up.
Just an every day crazy bus ride catching fire dream.