A fiery night (dream)

 I was walking down the street trying to get home when a car came around the corner,a '68 dodge challenger, it stopped but the windows didn't come down and no one got out. So I continued to walk. A few minutes later I look behind me and the car is right there, I don't mean it was where I left it, i mean it RIGHT THERE, right behind me! So I turn and stare at it for a minute, nothing happens. So I walk, again. Then I get home, walk through the door and take off my coat. I looked out the window and gaped. The car was there again! In our drive way! I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't like it. I'd had enough, I walked outside and banged on the driverside door. Nothing happened, so a banged some more. When I was ignored once again, I started yanking on the door, it opened. And all I could do was stare in horror. My own father stepped out of the car, but it wasn't him, he was on fire, i saw the skin melt away from bone, and the eyes burn and drip away, saw how he stared, eyeless at me. I didn't scream yet, it wasn't over, and I somehow knew that. 
 
  He walked to the passenger side door and opened it, out stepped the devil himself, atleast from what I saw, then, walking slowly, my father walked to the back door of the car and opened it. Out stepped the only thing I had ever hated more than me, and I hate myself quite easily, out stepped death. I screamed then, screamed so loud I woke in a cold sweat and mute screams.