Screaming or howling

I am driving down an interstate. I do not know where I am going. As I drive I become extremely tired. I make a left turn at a fork to realize left turns cannot be made here and I am now driving into on coming traffic. I swerve onto the shoulder and wait for an opportunity to cross back over to the lanes I need to be in. When I finally cross over my family is there. The only one I recognize is Christopher(Crit). Him and I continue driving. The road goes from asphalt to plywood. It was like driving through a very, very long gazebo. We are suddenly in this gigantic, messy house. It is very old. Paint peeling off the walls, mold everywhere. It is dank and dirty. Not someplace I would have chosen to go on my own. <PERSON> is there as my mom, although I do not realize it is <PERSON>. Just as my mom. My dad was there but I do not recall his face. Crit has now become my brother. A change in status I was unaware of. It just was. I look out one window. There are a bunch of animals in a muddy pit. Two alligators, a horse and a couple of pigs. But they all looked different. The alligators were sleeker, more rounded looking. They had a sinister appeal to them. The horse's muzzle was longer and rot infested. The alligators were snapping at it. I cannot really remember the pigs all that much. The whole scene made me sick to my stomach and I had to turn away. I go into another room to find a friend of mine. <PERSON> was in there with her baby boy. He was crying uncontrollably. She said he had a lump on his side she had to clean and asked me to hold him down. Then she pulled out a long wire stick with wire brissels going up it in a spiral. Before I could speak she shoved it into his side and began twisted it. The baby screamed and arched in pain. Crit and I are now eleven or twelve. Our mom and dad are hiding something. Our grandmother is also there. She is very old and scary looking. They keep leaving us with her and we hate it. So we decide to follow our mom. She goes to the top floor only to go down a hidden set of stairs. -Dream changes to third person view- I see our parents full on. They are talking to someone in a corner or the room. The angle is so that I cannot see what they are looking at but they are saddened by it. It flashes to me and Crit and we both look horrified. We race up the stairs. When we come back up we are our right ages again. I see the two of us hug and cry, still unaware of what was seen. I hear myself tell him I am sorry, that I did not mean it. We run outside.