Touring Bus Visits Teske's

On a blue compact tour bus that was made to transport adults. Looked like a Mercedes model. I sat on the front row when a new passenger was picked up. She went on about her medication when we stopped for lunch and had asked me if I could use her prescription to get her more of the certain drug she wanted. At this fast-foot restaurant, the cashier would also process your prescription drugs. I refused to do this for her and, in fact, animosity for her grew. Later on, the bus transported us to Teske's where I was eager to show some lady name Lib or Lyd (or something sounding like that) all about how this place used to be my childhood hangout. In the dream, it was as though Teske's was a conglomeration of all of childhood outings. I showed her the pizza parlor (now run down with only a side bar table), through a hallway of plywood, to the swimming pool that was surprisingly fully functional, I said how much I used to swim here as a kid. Seems like everyone from the bus was there to swim, so I did a well. In getting out of the water, that lady seemed to be hitting on me. At the same moment, I realized I lost my wedding ring in the pool and was worried that the drug fiend was going to find it and keep it, so I dove back in and got it.