The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Had a weird-ass dream last night, where Neil Gaiman was some sort of supernatural entity with the power to foretell the future. He told me that eating the black jellybeans would spell the end of the world, or at least all light that wasn't from nature. And then, being Neil "Devil's freaking Advocate" Gaiman, convinced me to eat them, because a lack of artificial light really wasn't that bad in the grand scheme of things, right? So I did, because black jellybeans rock (and the only other color was yellow, and who wants to eat yellow jellybeans?), and all artificial light went out, but that included the sun for some reason, which really sucked. Thus the world was ended, not in ice or fire but in jellybeans. The end.

Also, there was kite-flying. A gigantic kickass dragon kite, but I don't remember where that fit into things.