Stephen King and His Flying Machine . . .

Me and a bunch of people were standing around outside and Stephen King had been hanging around but had gone to try out some experimental contraption.  I THINK I'd just gotten out of jail or something.  There was something about jail in there.  Anyway me and all these people, about a dozen or so, were standing around talking when night fell and a woman gasped and looked up, pointing.  Stephen was flying around clutching this orange lit jet pack, doing loop de loops and all kinds of crazy shit.  It was neon orange and looked really cool in the night sky.