Nightmare

I was in a car driven by my mother.  We left from our house and I asked her where we were going.  She replied that we were going to the airport to pick up my father.  He was there looking at a museum even though he was blind.

Later my father was in the car and no one was driving.  My mother was in the trunk.  Locked in the trunk.  I could hear her in there.  She said she had to go to the bathroom and was now locked in the trunk.  It was horrible.  The car then was a flat metal thing with a clasp locking it shut.

I got into the driver's seat, stopped the car and got her out.

We were at my grandmother's house.  My father's mother.  I yelled at my father.  There were several strong young men there to help and protect me in case he attacked.  I told him that he would be in the trunk next -- and to never ever put her in the trunk again.