Steven King’s Maximum Overdrive happened to my family?

Date: 10/5/2019

I had this dream where I was just at my house, with my siblings and parents, when all of a sudden my little sister races in and tells me outside is dangerous and we can’t go out. I believe her, and together we start locking up the windows, blocking doorways, etc... and then I hear my sister start screaming. I run to the front door and see her in the yard, holding a bag; she’d gone to my dad’s truck to get some more locks for the windows and doors. However now I saw what the evil was. My dad’s truck, on its own accord, was trying to run down my sister. Luckily she was nearby this pole we have in our yard so it had to swerve to get her, which gave her time. I screamed “come here! The door’s open!” and she ran towards the front door, narrowly dodging my parent’s cars. She reached the door just in time, I was leaning holding it open for her, and I slammed it close and locked it just in time to feel a large bump against the door as something tried to get in. My sister and I agreed that the cars weren’t the real monsters; something was possessing items outside. It couldn’t possess humans we didn’t think, otherwise it would’ve possessed my sister when it had the chance, right? If we let it inside, who knows what it might get ahold of... We continued locking the doors and windows, and with the tools my sister had retrieved, we started fortifying our basement and even boarding some larger windows up. When our parents saw what we were doing they flipped out. My dad asked what the hell we thought we were doing to his windows and doors, and told us to stop. My sister tried to explain that there was evil outside but he said ‘that’s nonsense, I can’t believe you two are being so immature. Look,’ and he went outside through the side door. She raced up to me, at the front door, and told me he went outside and she couldn’t stop him. I immediately unlocked the front door and saw him outside, running from the cars. I screamed, for the second time, “run! Run over here!” and he did. Then, the cars stopped moving, and one of the small shovels from our garden raised up out of the air randomly. I screamed “watch out!” and it flew at him, fast. He seemed to dodge but he cried out, the shovel landing in the concrete on our driveway and cracking it behind him. He jogged up to the porch and I wanted to yell at him to go faster, but then I saw his right arm, which was bleeding and had several fingers missing. The shovel hadn’t missed, not entirely. I hold the door open and he slips through, I try to slam it but I’m almost too late; before it’s closed and locked I feel something slam against it, I don’t weigh very much so it nearly gets in, then my sister helps push the door closed against the weight and I push too and we manage to get it closed and I fumble with the lock and then it locks. We hear it banging but our door’s pretty secure once locked so it can’t get in. My dad leans against the wall, gasping and clutching his bleeding hand. I run and get our mom and explain and she bandages him up. Then the dream ended.