I had some kind of weird dream last night... Not really sure I remember it all.
Me and my dad were headed back up to the old trailer to get some stuff that I had forgotten. I noticed that the front door seemed to have been broken in, so I was cautious about going in. I checked the bed for my sketchbook, but it wasn't there and everything was rearranged from how I left it the last time we left (in real life). I didn't think anyone would steal some old blankets and sketchbook, so, knowing that it was a dream, I decided to try to make the dream environment reflect real life.
I was interrupted by the realization that somebody was nearby. The trailer started turning into an even more broken down version of itself, and there was a lot of snow. Suddenly, a group of mobsters jumped out at me an my dad, knives drawn. I grabbed one by the arm and took his knife. I stabbed him, kicked one of the others, and then threw the knife, nailing one of the assailants in the chest.
I was now aware that me and my dad were Jean-Claude Van Damme and Dennis Rodman, respectively. I suspected that this was probably because I had been watching "Double Team" the night before, but it was very useful, since I wasn't sure how else we would have beaten the roughly half-dozen punks trying to kill us.
We fought our way to their secret hideout and killed or knocked out everybody... apparently. It was a little hard to tell, because all I knew was that time had skipped, we were in a secret hideout, and there were a bunch of dead guys laying around. By defeating everybody we had started a time-bomb, so we had to run back through a spiral shaped tunnel / vortex to get back to the trailer and get out of there before it exploded.
Once we got back, we knew we'd need a reliable getaway vehicle. Fortunately, Tim, our propane truck driver showed up just then, as did my mother. The propane truck could, of course, transform into a fire-breathing dragon, as most tractor trailers do. He went to go check on our neighbors to see if we needed to rescue them, and my mother got in to drive the dragon truck. I was a little surprised, since she hasn't driven a car in over five years, and was never very good, but she had driven tanks before, and these controls were very similar, so she was the best choice.
My dad drove off in his pickup at some point, don't know when. I jumped on the dragon truck to help navigate, and we went to go pick up Tim. I was thinking to myself that Tim and my mother would make a good couple, since she and my dad were separated while we were getting the dragon truck turned around in the small driveway space. We got Tim on his way back from the neighbor's place, and we were just getting started on our trip to... I had no idea where, but I was starting to get the idea that the world was getting more post-apocalyptic by the minute, so it was probably going to be a long trip... and then I woke up.