Dreamed three nights ago ignorant rednecks were chasing photogoot and I through the woods. I found my 1968 Dodge Coronet 440, and we got away.
Then two nights ago I dreamed drax0r and I were being chased by ignorant rednecks. This time, I barely made it to my 1968 Dodge Coronet 440, but they'd caught drax0r and were pouncing on him! So by sheer will (and with a healthy dose of intellectual indignation) I caused the wheels of the old Dodge to swell up to the size of monster truck tires and bounced the car atop the pile of rednecks until drax0r was able to get away and crawl into the car, where we drove off to safety.
Last night I finally shed the rednecks, and dreamed Mr. Witwicky was my superior and we were both in military fatigues, tracking down a mystery in a gigantic data center warehouse.