Bus Ride is Intense but Prayers Work

I was on a bus, toward the back, and it was moving. It was laid out like a plane, but it was a bus on the ground. Two seats on one side, one seat on the other. In the front, it was 2 and 2 but like a bus with “booth” seating. I think I knew it was on auto steer, but Lydia (my 4½ yr. old daughter) was sitting in the driver’s seat. (I think of how pilots still sit at the wheel even when a plane is on autopilot?) It made me a little nervous, and I made my way to the front. There was a bad lady on my right, but she could only be seen when she wanted to. She made herself known to me, and I knew there was a threat. She went back to blend in with the wall(?)…like, behind a curtain or something, even though it looked like a regular bus to me. Lydia came and sat in the seat in front of me, and we played or talked or something. I remember Lydia holding up a stuffed animal to show me between our seats. As far as I’m aware, it wasn’t Baby (her lovey she takes everywhere). I suddenly noticed a bad guy on my left (who did the same thing as the bad lady, and kind of appeared as if he had just stepped out of a curtain I couldn’t see), and he came out at the same time as the bad lady on my right. I panicked and I prayed. They grabbed my arms (bicep region), but Lydia didn’t notice them. She just kept on chatting and I kept on with my panic-prayer. The bad guys eventually went back to their spots.

(Jump scenes?) We were moving, and Lydia was back in the driver’s seat. I heard sirens. I knew Lydia wasn’t actually driving, but I prayed. I looked out the front window and saw a bus ahead of us - overturned and on fire. I prayed harder than ever. I know God can do the impossible, so I prayed for divine protection and safety. Then I woke up.