Dreamscape: Let's Drive Where?

Wednesday evening, I dreamt of a bus ride.

A semi-decrepit old lady with a jet black, short pixie-style haircut

Stretched her skinny, wrinkly, turkey-neck arms out to steer that greatbighuge tour bus's steering wheel. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Italy. Just for the weekend." She answered.

I was never good with geography.

All I know is that Chicago is in Illinois. 

And South Africa is somewhere... south. 

But if I'm not mistaken...

Isn't there a whole lotta non-bus-accessible water between here and there?

Granny gave me deafening silence, in return. 

So I spent the trip french-braiding a girl's hair. 

Which was in itself weird, because I only did one single braid.

Diagonal, from the top right, to the bottom left. 

Why is this lady whipping these corners around the mountain so hard?

I... am frightened.

The last corner she cut hard, nearly sending us over a cliff...

Then I woke up. Sweating.

Meep Meep! Step on it lady! I'm tryna get to Bologna!