I had a flying car, similar to Batman's. I was in my great Grandma's trailer park flying it, then went to the store. Inside was my grandma and cousin. My grandma and me were keeping my cousin of the cookie and juice aisle. While she was away from the aisle we were hiding the cookies and all the juice from her. Then I went outside in the parking lot to my aunt's van (which she in real life doesn't have) and me and my cousin got in and were listening music. The next thing I know is that I'm flying in my car again. To fly you drive fast and pull the steering wheel down. It didn't fly very high. I remember feeling very rushed in the store, very anxious. In the car I was feeling like a show off, very overpowered over the others in the car. I felt like I had a big ego.