She holds the hand that holds her down

So last night I had the weirdest dream. Although there were many strange twists, it was actually somewhat cohesive.
Anyways, there were a bunch of us driving out of town on the freeway. I remember Kevin being there, I think Jack, and Robby too. We were driving in a big semi truck for some reason that was towing an open convertible, which I was riding in. We were leaving town because we were outlaws there. We weren't on the run, because we totally dominated the law enforcement there, but we were leaving because it wasn't fun any more. For some reason I was climbing from the car to the trailer while we were moving. Heres the weird part; some Mexican kid, specifically Mexican, was riding his bike alongside us and matching our pace. It was really annoying me.
We finally stopped at an exit that happened to be the Mexican kid's neighborhood. I told him to stop following us. He said he'd stop if I asked his portly mother to dance, so I did. They accepted me as one of the family, and I stayed with them for a few months. I found out that they liked corn pops, and were also in trouble with the law, because the mayors office would call sometimes and I'd answer it. Then I woke up.