I am in a large cafeteria that is brightly lit and has a vague yellow tint to everything. Most of the cafeteria's seating is long tables, but I am sitting at a separate, smaller square table with a few friends of mine. Me and a friend make a crude joke, and I suddenly become aware of a new person at the table. She is a young Asian student who attends the same school. She is pulling some binders and papers out of her book bag and she sits down. Following her is a former best friend of mine (who we will call Alex), who was said to be dating the Asian girl, and he is carrying his book bag in his hands. He sets it on a seat across the table from me, and I say nothing. One of my friends is surprised and delighted to see him, but Alex says that he is just there to copy homework from another boy at the table. We are disappointed.
I am in the lower story of my grandmother's house, and it is very dark, like a late-night bar. There is smoke in the air, and the only light is a bright light hanging about a small pool or poker table of some sort. Sitting at the table are two nearly identical jocks, who have 70s-style blonde hair. In some way, these men are displeased with me being there. They start to insult me, and reveal themselves to be extremely stupid. They hurl insults at me, and I get angry. I throw glass dishes from a windowsill at them, missing every shot. The dishes ricochet off of the table and shatter against the wall. We settle down, and it comes to be that the gathering was for my birthday, but few guests are there. A friend of mine, Sarah, is the only notable guest. The small, quiet party winds down. I talk to Sarah a bit more, and she is texting her mom. She says she has to leave soon, and I help her pack her video games and video game console she brought. I tell her to stay there for a bit, and I start up the stairs. No one is upstairs except for my grandmother. I go to the front door, and there is a huge line of people waiting to pick up people from the party and also looking for a party. I tell them the party is over and that the people they are looking for never arrived in the first place. Me and my friend are very confused at how this party was even found out about by these people, as they weren't even friends of mine. Upon entering a separate hallway of the house, I happen upon a another parade of people, or the same one, leaving the party. A friend of mine leaves with his mother and his brother, and I say goodbye, recommending a good song for him to listen to, holding out my iPod. The long line of people continues, and a group of short, fat, and bespectacled men passes me by. One of them says, "Ooh, is that digital?" and feels the face of my iPod, greasing it up with his fingers, feeling for a touch-screen. He says, "Oh, no. Never mind" and continues. I walk past the increasingly enormous men, some of them even bodybuilders, and walk into a tremendous, brightly lit indoor pool and gymnasium where they seem to have came from, and walk down a slope into the water and clean off my iPod. Someone yells at me for being rude to the obese gentleman.
I walk back into the house, and Sarah is not to be found. I look for her, and I come to find out that she is in the bathroom, after looking under the door and seeing her black shoes and black hair (somehow). I go back upstairs and see some family members, and we enjoy a personal family birthday party. We have dinner, and we have dessert, and we sit around together and watch television. After the party closes, I remember Sarah and become very worried, as I forgot to say goodbye to her and hug her like I wanted to. As me and my mother leave the party, we walk down a large parking lot at night(which is not outside my grandmother's house) which is only lit by some street lights. I look for Sarah with some hope of finding her and hugging her, yelling, "SARAH! SARAAAAH!!" No one answers, and I assume she has left. At the end of the parking lot, I suddenly realize there is a gigantic camel lying down in the dark of the parking lot, dressed in pink blankets and beads. I, myself am dressed in pink garments and a party hat for the occasion. Being silly, I yell, "MOMMY, YOU GOT ME A CAMEL! YOU REALLY GOT ME A CAMEL!", in a very feminine voice. Many young, female partygoers who are leaving the party laugh at this. I walk up to the camel and pet it, but I also tease it a bit. When I try to mount it, it jumps up wildly and begins galloping around the parking lot. Its legs are at least twenty feet long, and they are thin and spindly. It really is a massive camel, and this huge weight is being tossed around by its weak, frantic legs. It's frightful clumsiness makes us all laugh, at the poor camel's expense. I see a tall, bald man and a teenage ballerina dressed in a tutu running away from the camel, and this makes me laugh even harder. The camel, with all of its reckless inertia, starts gaining on the genuinely anxious, running couple. Suddenly, one long, boney leg of the camel, in mid-gallop, comes down directly onto the back of the ballerina girl with tremendous force and speed and pins her to the pavement, breaking her spine in two with a large *CRACK*. She begins breathlessly screaming and wailing in pain, and we are all shocked and horrified. Someone scolds us and says they knew somebody was going to get hurt.
