Rocking out

At beach, sitting on a rock. The rock hovers into the air then flies higher and higher. I am holding on, hanging from the edge of the rock, my body dangling below it. Some one is flying near me on another rock. We think about dropping to a river below, but we are too high and the current is going the wrong way. The rock drifts down slowly and as it approaches the ground, I step gently onto the sand and out of the way. The rock turns into a motorcycle as it touches the ground and drives away.