I had to stop myself from laughing uncontrollably when I read that. Here was my dream last night:
I was a truck driver, driving on some lonely rural road at night. Suddenly, a police car came up out of nowhere and told me to pull over, which I did. The cop told me to give him my license and registration, and when I ducked down to get it (because, for some reason, I kept it under my seat), the cop attacked me with an axe. I dodged him and quickly sped off. Suddenly, three or four rusty-looking trucks were driving alongside me and tried to ram me off the road. I managed to ram one of them off the guard rail, but then I suddenly lost control and my trailer full of exploding barrels detached. A bunch of barrels bounced towards the purusers' trucks and blew them up. However, my truck was on fire, too, so I jumped out and rolled on the pavement just as the truck exploded. Suddenly, tons of guys, wielding torches, guns and chainsaws, came running at me; I did a roundhouse kick on one of them, took his totch, and threw it at a bunch of the guys, which made them explode. I then ran over to a pay phone and dialled 911, but that made me wake up.
That would make such an awesome movie.