Treacle

I had the strangest dream last night.
Jack White of the white stripes was driving a rather enormous lorry down the hill I live on, which, if you saw it seems quite impossible. But instead of stopping at the bottom, where there is a main road, he just drove straight into the house at the bottom. Afterwards his reason was 'there was treacle on the tyres and it wouldn't stop so it just slipped into the house'.
I had to check the house was still there.
And it is.