Eskimoko

I'm sitting at long table at some sort of sorority semi-formal/function. I seem to be sitting with Mike and Maddie. I then hear my name and look around. Eventually I catch eye with Arthur whose sitting on the second catwalkish deck on the far side of the room. He comes downstairs, wearing a white basketball jersey with red lining. We go over to the beer where I ask him for a cup. We small-talk, and I consider telling him about Wells Fargo and Causalitea. We go back up to his table where we continue to talk. Eventually I come down and sit on this tall stool that is directly behind my original table. The room we are in sorta resembles Harry's from NYC. I notice that Mike and Maddie are gone and I feel a shred of guilt that they may think I ditched them. But I quickly notice that everyone is gathered around the front of the room, and everyone is also in white - it looked like a gathering of angels. So I continue lounging on the chair, until what seems to be the social chair purports that she had already asked me to get down from that chair once. I disagree with her, and eventually she gives in. I'm then transported next a metro rail bus station. There's a group us, and it turns out several of them are Heathwood kids including Hunter Lipscomb. Idk why we were together, or what the context was, but I start raising hell that "y'know all these heathwood kids are from columbia right?" I seem worried that they might think I mean Columbia, Missouri. But they get it and contest "But they're from downtown". Idk why this matters, but I argue and say no they're not. And eventually yell that I'm from downtown and should know. I remember thinking that I'm probably not even technically from downtown. Through all of this I see some sort of patrol cop or officer in grey laying under a folded box. I can only see his upper body. I ignore it at first, but then another officer in the distance points at it forcing us to acknowledge it. I for some reason pretend I hadn't seen it before. I then notice two blinking red lights and instantly become scared that a bombs about to blow and run. I run behind a tree and watch a bomb-defuser try to defuse it. Something explodes in a whiff of smoke and suddenly a parachute encapsulates the bomb defuser. He floats and falls to the ground 15 yds in front of me. Jean Robert Bellande gets out of the bag.