I had a strange dream last night. Somebody famous (I can’t remember who, but some sort of aging, annoying, rocker type with scraggly blond hair) and a friend of mine and I were organizing a house move, packing up all our stuff and loading it into a small plane. The rocker guy was getting increasingly impatient with our progress. As we finally got everything loaded and seated ourselves (with a few other people) in the small plane, we noticed that there was a thunderstorm appearing in the direction we were about to take off into. The rocker guy (who was also the pilot) barked a few orders at everyone and taxied to the runway for takeoff. As we started down the runway, we noticed a huge semi truck in front of us, which accelerated very quickly and took off into the sky in front of us. Then we took off and were flying behind it, and the storm seemed to be dissipating a bit. Then the bells of a nearby church rang (in reality, here in Cusco) and I woke up. Any dream interpreters out there care to take a stab at the meaning of this?