I'm in a car with my father.
I can sense that my two brothers are in the back seat but I never look back to see if they are there.
The windows are bright and shiny - like they're covered in ice and the sun is shining outside.
Nothing else is happening.
Then the car crashes.
I don't feel the impact or see my world turn upside down as the car is flipped onto it's back.
I'm outside the car now with my father. We're standing and looking at the car.
I can sense that both of my brothers are inside and my dad moves to try and turn the car over.
I help him and together we turn the car right-side up again.
When the car turns over onto it's wheels it jumps up and down violently for a moment until it settles.
Just then I feel a shooting pain in my foot.
There is a thick shard of glass imbedded in my right foot.
I look to my father and the sensation of pain is replaced by panic.
My father has sympathy in his eyes but shakes his head and goes to get back into the car.
He tells me he can't help me.
I watch him get back into the driver's seat and drive off.
I sense that my brothers are alive and well, but like me, the accident also hurt them.

I understand I have to get the glass out myself but I never bend over to remove it.
I just start walking towards a hospital.
I limp through the parking lot and enter the hospital through the emergency entrance.
I don't recognise the hospital at all, I've never been here before.
I go up to the reception counter and ask something to the woman working there.
She seems very busy and only shakes her head.
Despair fills me and I start to walk down a hallway to look for someone who will help me with the festering wound in my foot.

Then the dream ends...

This dream is about my father, brothers, my step-mother, and me. All of the underlying meanings, in some way or another, are about my step-mother.

The accident is symbolic of how my step-mother causes havoc in my life, my father's life, and my brothers lives. She shakes it in such a way that the end results end up in irreparable damage. The glass shard in my foot is her verbal abuse. It has scarred me for life.

My father couldn't help me pull the glass out not because he wanted me to live with the pain, but because the damage has already been done and there's nothing he can do to help. It's up to me to deal with the problem and move on.

My father seems to have the strength to continue with her after accidents because he gets back into the car.

I sensed my two brothers being hurt aswell and they too will be scarred for life. They are both very younge and will be in that car for many more years.

The dream ended before I found someone to help pull the glass out. The scar will last forever and - just like how my step-mother has changed me forever.