Day for Dying, or at the Least, for Stomach Acid

[There was dream before and after this scene.]

First-Person Perspective
I am driving some sort of vehicle, and my passengers are siblings.  We are coming down a road that I've never seen before; it's like a dirt or gravel driveway, but the building is far up on a hill.  There are trees to the left, and a small grassy patch of land to the right which ends in high weeds.  As I ascend a hill that will go out onto the road, I feel a bit like I am losing control (I might have almost hit the vehicle in front of me) but quickly regain it.  I don't remember if I say it aloud, but either way, I think/say that today could end badly for us.  As I reached out for the oversized dial on the radio, it just seemed to be the right mood for death, maybe like scenes in so many movies.  The sun was shining, but it was too yellow.  All of us were together, and would be leaving my mother alone if we died.  We weren't doing anything special, but rather an errand or something of that nature, so it would be spontaneous.  The feeling was like something cold and nervous that settles into the bottom of one's self after pushing away the brunt of the original anxiety.

Suddenly, I think that I have wrecked, but instead the vehicle in front has just lost some sort of container (like a very large plastic drum) with liquid in it, and it has slammed into my windshield.  I begin to reverse too fast, with the passenger (who I believe is my older stepsister, Britney) checking in the rearview mirrors to make sure nothing is behind me.  I don't recall actually looking behind me to see if anything was back there, as I felt there was nothing and just went.  I reverse back down the hill (which now looks extremely steep), and end up in the grassy area.  I might have turned myself all the way around in a circle (I was working very hard to keep the vehicle under control), and then after almost coming to a good stop, reverse up an even steeper hill into the air so that we are all now pointing straight down at the ground.  I apologize to everyone ("Sorry guys") as I brace myself for the landing, which actually ends up being smooth (but terrifying, because we're falling straight down).

Split Perspective
We are all out of our vehicle.  As the man in the vehicle in front of me picks up the container and throws it in the back of his truck, it looks like he is going to drive away.  I am seconds away from cursing him when he stops the truck a few feet in front of our vehicle and gets out.  I don't remember much about what he looks like, except that I think he might have been wearing a grimy white tank top and was actually rather grimy looking himself.  Maybe he had dirty glasses and greasy hair?  Or maybe bald?  Anyway, after talking for a little bit (I don't remember the words), we give each other a hug.  I think I have to pull away forcefully.  He says something about stomach acid in reference to himself and asks for another embrace, but I tell him I can feel the acid on me after the last hug.  It was bitter in my mouth, pungent in my nose, and burning on my skin.  I am suddenly confused about whether it is his actual skin that is so acidic, or if its the liquid in the container that has somehow spilled all over him.

I turn my attention to my mom.  This is where it gets hazy and the transition to the parts I remember later gets muddled.  I think she is arguing with my younger stepsister, Alisha; Alisha does not want to come with me anywhere and would rather go back to the house, but my mom is telling her she has to do what she's told.