Satan vs. Family

This isn't exactly a memory, but a memory of a dream. It has stuck in my mind through the years as well as many of the waking experiences I've had.

I'm in my father's van and my father is driving. He is being pulled away by Satan. I'm in the desert
and my brother is being pulled into a pit of quicksand and I can't pull him out. Satan is pulling him down.

Those are the residual images of what was once something more detailed and complex. Through the years many details have washed away, but the spirit remains.