I know that whoever stole my car hauler between 4am and 6am on June 23rd, 2015, I wish them a lifetime of pain, misery and suffering.
My dream is seeing it on TV news of the thief driving a stolen pickup, with my stolen car hauler with a stolen tractor attached, wrapped around a bridge abutment after a 90-mph chase from the cops. He survives the accident, but has pieces of truck and trailer sticking out from his useless, mangled carcass. As he is screaming in agony, the truck catches fire. He dies a painful, agonizing death as the resulting inferno ends in the thief becoming nothing more than a stinking, charred corpse. Finally, like near the end of the movie Ghost, then little demons come out and drag his black, evil spirit straight to Hell.
Not that I hold grudges or anything...a man can dream, right?