I had a dream where me and the blues brothers should steal books from Stephen Hawking himself that he had written.
Unfortunately in the book-store at the bottom level of the building the books were free, so we left to sell them somewhere else with profit.
Two old bastards tried killing us because we stole the books. So we drove off and up a hill. We used one of Hawkins books, 'Physics for dummies' to generate enough electricity for the car to reach the top of the hill. Then we drove on top of a weather balloon and almost escaped. Unfortunately we fell down. After a 100 km drop, we landed in the parking lot of a supermarket. I tried escaping by climbing up on a bookshelf in an old ladies home, climbing out the window and dodging trains flying everywhere while I balanced on some sort of fence. After a long chase through cornfields & shit the books became a ring, and we all became some sort of monsters. Then flames were everywhere and there was some sort of headcrab shit going around.
My own point Ì don't even fucking know.