Ok, this dream was pretty odd. It really does remind me of ads I read in comic books in my youth. When it started out I was posing as a designer to get into a VIP dinner with dignitaries from around the world. When asked what I designed I said toy cars, and then the dream was transformed.
I was showing the new line of matchbox/hotwheels cars: The Liberty Cars. Each one was fast and lean and featured a front grill fashioned from the tiara worn by the Statue of Liberty, complete with spikes at the top. There was even a motorcycle that used the tiara as a faring in front of the handlebars.
Then the dream moves from the car lineup to a cross country race with real cars, we see the Liberty Cars are competing against a single enormous truck. It's the rebel truck and it's the size of a semi. It's big enough that the entire rebel crew is walking around inside of and top of it. The engine compartment is open, save for some handrails used by the mechanics to operate on such a massive thing. A polished air scoop sits atop the engine, embossed with a confederate flag.
The leader, Jeb, leans out over the huge engine compartment, momentarily pressing the choke lever with the toe of his boot, revving the engine till the exhaust belched what seemed like fire and brimstone. "Hand me that there package." he commands, pointing to a tinfoil wrapped pan on the passenger seat.
Jeb places the pan onto the hot engine block beside the carburetor and removes the tinfoil. There inside the pans are two pork chops surrounded by baked beans and onion wedges. He reaches into his overalls and pulls out an unmarked bottle of barbeque sauce. There is a gasp from the rebel team.
"Even if those damn Yankees do catch us, they'll never be able to resist Jeb's honey barbequed pork chops."
The chase continues, neck and neck, while the chops simmer on the engine block.