I had a dream and in this dream, the cars were flying. As I looked down through the car's crystal floor, the buildings far below were very small. You were driving and talking your fool-head off with someone on the front windshield. The music playing was out of this world, but it had a calming effect. I don't know where we were, but you had me tied down to the seat. I couldn't even stick my head out the window, everything was locked. I look around me and notice a flashing light with a date and some writing coming from the interior of the car.

It read, "Urgent, the date is now the March 3, 3333, your license expired three days ago and you have not made your monthly payment. This is your third and final warning. If you do not stop this flying around, WE WILL GROUND YOU! No more will you drive this imported model, candy-apple Mars Coupe, powered by the very electrons in the air and able to reach speeds of up to 300 miles a minute, with its clear textured glass and soft special fabrics, made only on Mars, and a no hold, no hassle auto-robotic steering.
Please acknowledge this message."

After a while, the lighted message quit flashing, but stayed on.

All of a sudden, flashing lights surrounded us. As police units enclosed our orbit, we stopped in mid-air and started to descend at a high rate of speed.

I was scared and looked over at my companion; you looked stunned. With your mouth wide open, you finally got off the phone and read the message. You looked over at me, but I didn't say a word.

I'm just a dog that knows how to read.