I was driving in seperate cars with Stephen and Mark in the snow in some subdivision and we were going to have a sleepover at our subdivision home. (I've been having snowy driving dreams lately, with lots of grayish blue tints in everything.) We, my dad and I only, lived in some small home that looked like everyone else's on the street just with different tones of brown and grey to tell them apart. Mark pulled into our garage first in some black car. I pulled in behind him, the garage was a one car garage and not very deep.
I got into the garage about to the beginning of the windshield of the car I was driving and Stephen and I got out. My dad came into the garage and he was tons younger than now. Just a little older than us. He asked if we three wanted something to drink. We were like "sure, Squirt." So my dad just turns and opens a fridge full of Squirt and we start drinking them. We were waiting for the rest of the dudes to come for the sleepover when this pickup pulls into the driveway and it's Stephen/my friend Jon and a dude named Matt Lanoue, who I played basketball with in high school was driving. He slowly pulled in, and Mark, normal Stephen, and I were standing between our cars. Matt Lanoue wouldn't stop driving and slowly pushed my car into Mark's car's rear end. He started doing some evil kid hurting small animals smile through the windshield and wouldn't stop driving. We jumped up onto my hood and started yelling at him to stop. He didn't he kept slowly pushing the cars together and they started to mold and bend into some metal pool that was wrapping itself around my legs and Stephens, Mark, you somehow got out. It got higher and higher as he got further into the garage and I found myself yelling like some huge yell to endure the pain and to be strong. I didn't like that Lanoue guy, I guess.
I fell back asleep and had a dream about Amanda and I in a house where everything was bare splintery wood. We were hiding from something. Amanda heard a noise and ran into a room and I just kind of hid to the side of the door behind something like a cabinet. I started to get really really scared because as the thing got closer it started to suck random things out the front door at light speed like a black hole. When it got right to the door there was a moment like in the eye of a storm for build up and then this greenish person with no eyes and glowing and totally horrific moved across the floor of the room I was in without moving just like sliding on his feet. Kind of like stop motion. This was one of the scariest feelings I've ever had in a dream. Also when I woke up I instantly had the "Oh God, you are my God, and I will ever praise you" song in my head, and still do.