Taffy's Sweet Dreams

I was taking notes in spanish class when someone said "why don't we read the hunger games instead?" My teacher asked why, and I responded with "because we love that book." she didn't seem amused, and we kept writing down verbs. Then I appeared inside my house, in the dining room. I walked out of my house and over to the car. It was dark outside. Me and my little brother got into the car and waited for my mom to come out. I was beginning to tell him that I didn't get to learn what "hop" was in Spanish, when another car pulled up parallel to ours, on the other side of the street. Then yet another car came by, passed us, then went backwards and rammed into the other car. Then then our car started moving by itself. It swerved really fast backwards into our driveway, then began to move out into our side yard. We were calling for help but my mom was inside and couldn't hear us. I could see through the window that my step dad was in the house. The car was approaching the tall grass that separates the side yard and the woods next to our house, and I started to panic. But then all of a sudden I realized I was dreaming. I jumped out of the car while it was moving and landed safely on the grass, but my little brother was still in the car. I knew he was a DC, but I still couldn't just let him get hurt in the car. The car hit a bump and flew up, and I tried to teleport my brother to me, but it didn't work, and instead a watermelon fell out of the car's trunk. Then my alarm woke me up.