Doof 
A hiking boot stomps on your toe. Flash. The beats are in your heart.
Where are we?
Another flash. Bony elbow in your ribs. Trees reach toward the moon.
We can’t be on Earth right now.
The crowd jolts forward. Waiting for the DJ. Always waiting.
I know. I think we’re flying.
Heavier beats. Sweating in the dark. Alone and together.
We might be aliens.
Laughter. Another flash. Cheering and whistling.
Maybe this planet is our new home.

I usually either bring one roll of film, or my digicam to doof’s. I enjoy the limitations, and the way the gear isn’t perceived as ‘professional’, so people don’t change how they act when you pull out the little camera. They just keep dancing, falling, and connecting, and I get to stand within it and create another, often anonymous, world to be remembered.