Dreamland...

It felt like a dream. I am sitting in the front seat and my brother is in the back. We are quiet, watching my dad for clues as to where we are going . He is staring straight ahead hands griping the steering wheel and driving very determined. I slowly rolled down the window. I felt really queasy all of a sudden and the feeling was made worse knowing I dare not ask him to pull over. It was clear we were on some kind of crazy predetermined mission. My brother sat quietly, staring absent mindedly out the window, as if he was out for a drive to the store or something. I still was searching through my mind for clues as the car slowed and my dad backed us off the highway and parked at the beginning of someone’s long country driveway. We were now sitting facing out onto the road that my mom would soon use on her way home from work. My dad sat rigid and silent staring straight ahead. He lit a cigarette and looked at me and said, “we’re just gonna wait for your mom to come by.” I just didn’t understand it until later, very much later, that Gods hand was on me that afternoon while sitting and waiting for evil to have its way.