the psycho bus Drivers

I was on a drive with Anne.  It felt like an old car, the windows were down yet it was still warm and the wind was drying my lips.  We drove out into what looked like desert, the dirt road was red and the horizons were visible forever, it was so flat.  We stopped and kissed, just being together, I crossed my legs outside the drivers window.  We decided to leave, and got back on a highway.  There was a red sports car that sped past us, braked, then sped past again and again, it was kinda annoying.  Then, a yellow school bus rear ended it, and another ran over its front end when the car was pushed and started to turn right.  It was short enough that it fit underneath the bus, and drove wildly under the bus, it looked like a a firework spinning and curving along the highway, showers of sparks until it stopped in the dirt.  The buses moved forward and around us, one behind, one in front and two on each side, squeezing closer and slowly stopping.  When we came to a complete stop, the gaps between the buses didn't look like a person could squeeze through, and the buses in front and behind began to slowly squeeze us, the car slowly crinkling and popping.  We panicked, and escaped by crawling under the buses.  When we emerged on the side of the road, we were on a city street with tall buildings and lots of people walking about.  That's all I remember.