the sleepy time, she comes

so i was sleeping in the back of the box truck again today and had a dream, which was pretty cool, i think the beginning was cool but i can't remember it, then i was in Tionesta, and the Indian Festival was going on, but every time i got there, the shops were closing up so i didn't get to do anything, and teh Shiksa was there, doing something with mom i think, it had the feel of a project to it, and Mandy was there, sitting at a small improvised table with Mick Wachob. finally, me and derek were in the box truck's cabin, i was in the driver's seat, parked on a hill. and something was wrong, the truck like shifted. so obviously the right thing to do was turn the truck on, and get off the hill to a side street by the school which was flat. but when i got there, the breaks weren't responding well, so i had to turn left down hill, on the street that cuts across the main street and heads past the church, and it was such a steep hill. so i get to the bottom and i'm swerving to miss these wandering people from the town that i recognized, and i still didn't have breaks. but we eventually got stopped somehow without wrecking the truck.
the odd thing about it is that this is like the fourth dream or so where i've been driving a vehicle that the breaks go all soft on me, i wonder if it means something?