There was a gathering of a lot of people going on next to the beach.  I wanted to eat.  The food was in big tents on the other side of the beach.  I was the third person to realize we could get in line to eat.  I walked on a sidewalk in the sunshine, and turned a corner and went into a huge tent.  The sunlight shined through and it was a warm blue color.  I walked in, and my friend Nicole came up to me and directed me where to get hot dogs and chips.  They were set up on long tables in the back of the large area.  It was totally empty of people as I walked up to get my food.  The air was thick with flies, and I was ducking with my hand in front of my face to bat them away.  I got my food and tried to get a drink.  I wanted water but they just had orange juice which was located on the end in big barrels.  I poured it into my white Styrofoam cup, ducking from the flies, but my cup had no bottom, and it was dirty with a ring of coffee on the inside of it.  The orange juice turned into cold coffee, and I poured it into the grass.

I was at a summer camp by myself.  It was a motorcycle camp.  There were dirt roads all around leading to a track of different levels of tricks one could learn to do on a motorcycle.  My brother came in from the air.  He was flying over a huge hill on a red motorcycle.  He jumped over a dirt hill and landed badly.  The motorcycle landed on top of him and his knee was injured and bloody.  I knew where the Red Cross tent was so I knocked on the door I thought was the hospital medic.  It was not what I thought it was.  It was part of a Girl Scout camp, and five girls answered.  I asked them where to go, and they told me I was on the wrong side of the camp.  I ran to the other side, and knocked.  It was another group of girls.  They told me I was on the wrong side.  I was going to look at a map, but the residents from all the dorms came out ad started throwing around a big ball.  I was in the middle of it and could not figure out where the tent was.