I had a dream where I was in NYC and half of it was on fire. The first to go was a giant Google building because someone was upset how they were ruling everything these days. I ran with my mom, my sister, and Vivi through the dirty city to find some kind of solace. We found one place, but once we got there we had to leave, and I had to leave behind my bike and a few other things. We went downstairs and people were opening Christmas presents. I threw out an old box into the wrapping paper bag. We left. There was slush everywhere; and I had seen Ryan Brady pulled up by a crane with a hook that caught the back of his shirt. He yelled insults about hipsters and bikes and then fell to his death. Then I was on the phone with Bates and had to tell him i couldn't make it to work because NYC was burning, but apparently I didn't have to work anyways. There's more to this dream, but I have no drive to type the rest.