There is some sort of celebration of victory, like a sport team just won a national championship, and everybody is excited and cheering - especially this one guy, who is so excited, he is out on a second-story balcony, doing a kind of gravity trick, where his feet are on the railing, but his body is extended out horizontally over the street, as he shrieks with joy. It's quite an athletic feat to see.

But then he falls to the ground, striking the back of his head, and smashing the back of his skull. It's messy and bloody, but he's still alive and doesn't seem to know how badly he's injured. He stands up and acts like he's fine, but we rush to him and tell him to lie down, and I yell for somebody to call 911. I'm thinking he might die before the ambulance can even get here. He's in shock and acting detached. Somebody lies down with him to comfort him and keep him warm, and I run to my car and get two blankets, putting one on him and one on the other guy who is lying with him.