Perchance to dream

In my dream it's a kind of post-apocalyptic world with feral young people running riot. I find myself seeking refuge from the rampaging hordes, pursued by a rabid youth who forces me to escape by jumping into a hole. As I look up, he starts to transform into The Hulk - but a brown one. He's going to kill me, I know - it's real nightmare time - and as he turns his back and squats at the edge I know how I'm going to die: he's going to do a massive Hulk shit and I'm going to drown in it. With that I wake up - Phew! Pick the bones out of that, Freud.
I wonder now, though - have I just dreamt the plot of the new Hulk movie? I can't wait till it opens here, to find out.