Thanksgiving Escape from Psychotic Semi Driver

on the thruway after leaving aunt jeans for thanksgiving or something and she was spinning this exoctic cats hair into yarn, was a very cool apparatus and process. We left and it was now tim McNamee driving with my mom in the front seat, and Julian and trigo and me and a few others, I think tim Boland, in the back. All of a sudden this just semi stars losing control and weaving in and out of like 3 out of 4 of the lanes. We avoid on the only 1 lane but then there's a buildup of cars and we hit a few. Everyone asks if okay and most are, mom tells a terrible dad joke when I ask her if she's okay and her eyes are rolling a little bit but goes "how many hours are there in a 12 hour day? How many hours are there in a 24hr day? ..24!" And thinks she's so funny. But she seems okay otherwise. Then we see the big semi doing it again and ramming cars on purpose and we now know it's no accident. He's coming our way so I tell tim McNamee to step on it, even tho our car is a little banged up. He does and we narrowly escape being hit by the truck, but now there's such a big accident and so many cars clogging the thruway we can't really get away. But the semi is sorta stuck too. We don't think he's after us but sorta seems like he is. He turns on this land scaper tree grinder thing on his truck and stars trying to push/grind carts up as he continues to come this way but luckily gets jammed. I say I'm getting out of the car, I love them all, but I'm not just sitting here watching myself die. I get out and am on the bridge. I look for a way to go and come up with a plan that I'm going to cross the river and then ask these kayakers if I can pay them to drive me home. But now I'm sad it's just me\...what about my family and friends in there? I head back to them, without a plan. Wake up