Woke up in the middle of the night, saw a silhouette of a man standing in my room. He went into the garage where my motorcycle was. Or it was supposed to be, the motorcycle was missing. I asked the guy to bring it back, and his friends showed up and brought it back. After they left, I turned the garage lights on and noticed that it was not actually my bike. It was a dirt bike of some sort with some Mad Max style decoration. Started calling people around to help me find my bike.
