Crazy Driving

Last night I dreamt I was with a group of friends. My dad was driving us to dinner, as if we couldn't drive ourselves. We had trouble deciding where to go, but my dad suggested this new place with a funny name I can't remember. We all agreed to this place and dad set off. We passed by this convoy of U-hauls that didn't have their headlights on even though it was fairly dark. We found it suspicious, but nothing came of it. After a while, my dad started driving faster and faster. We were in a minivan and the road kept getting more and more uneven and cluttered with junk. I feared we might flip over, but my dad wouldn't hear any of my objections. Thankfully, we safely made it to where we wanted to go. It was some kind of Italian restaurant with a sun theme. I wish I knew what the food was like, but the dream ended right around here...