(3) Art class bus?

Date: 4/5/2018

I was on my old middle school bus. It was a large coach. I was with my mate who I only met in high school (Rory), sitting next to him. Twins from my first school/part of middle school were sitting in front of us. My old bus driver was a grumpy git, and in my dream he came up to the back where we were sitting and told us about rubbish and leaving it on the bus. He dropped a sweet and crushed it into the floor with his foot, then picked it up and put it in my lap for emphasis. Gross. When he left I remembered that my bus driver used to always come up the bus only to check for seatbelts, and I had not been wearing my seatbelt - neither had Rory. Rory now switches seat from the two spares on the back row, and I look forward to reveal the seats in front of us were now gone and replaced with what looked like a workshop. We must've been in art. But it was also some sort of library. Nobody was sitting near the teacher. At one point I wanted to stretch my legs, so I pushed myself off the seat and slid on my stomach towards a book, to "read the cover". Got a judging look. I didn't want to crawl back but ended up shuffling on my knees because I couldn't physically get onto my feet. Rory now had a copy of the exact same book and was laughing at me. At some point, we end up shifting around since it's no longer a bus and is now a classroom without tables, kind of a library with the books on the shelves on the walls. Rory is the only person in that class I can tolerate. The teacher comes in and tells him to move, and I don't want to follow for some reason - I want to but don't want to look weird. He keeps shuffling further and further away I can barely see him - it was a really long room. I can't really remember what happened after then, I think the classes changed and a ton of kids came in. Two of my mates showed up and we asked the teacher for something, and the kids kept trying to close the door on us.