Nightmares suck. When I was a kid, I used to have same wicked dream once a week or so. It started with a kick ass motorcycle, like Hayabusa or some killer bike like that. Everything went well, untill a drove to an uphill and that motherfucking bitch of a bike grew pedals, so I had to drive uphill like with a normal bike. I hated those dreams. I also checked the meaning of dreaming about a Hayabusa w/pedals from a book of dreams and it said that I was a wuss.