Oliver then remembered that the dream jumped (as dreams often do) to a different scene. A scene of the family driving, Matt was on his phone listening to music and his parents were bickering over the directions.
Everything was normal.
Until Oliver noticed something odd."Um, dad, weren't we meant to go left?"
His mother snatched the map from his hands. "Exactly! Harold, just turn around-"
"Well why don't you drive?" He snapped, "If you know so damn much, you can drive!"His mother flinched. "I'm not trying to act superior, I'm just saying to go left!" Oliver and Matt could tell a bigger arguement was going to start. "Just give me the wheel." His mother insisted, putting a hand on the wheel, which their father slapped away, infuriated.
"Get off, you stupid cow!"
The rest was a blur.
The honk of a horn.
The screech of breaks.
An ear splitting crash.
Haunting screaming.Then, just as quick as it started, it was black.
Black.
Black.
More black.

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High in the Sky
General FictionOliver wakes up on a plane next to his brother Matt and his parents. Everything seems peaceful, But he can't remember where he's going.