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I walk into a church, looking for someone. I walk up to a girl and ask, "Is this the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints?".
The girl lifts an eyebrow at me. "Very good. Most people just call us Mormons."
She begins to ask me questions while I look around for (a guy who I work with IRL who happens to be Mormon). I give curt answers, trying to make it clear I have no desire to join their church, but she continues to ask questions. I get more annoyed with each individual question. Finally, I turn to her and tell her that I'm not interested, I'm just looking for someone. I wake up.

I was in some big, random house and out the back, there was a field, like a farm. My friends were waiting for me to get the cereal, and a giant puppy burst through the wall and started licking my face and being all friendly

It was a beagle, and it could barely fit into the room. BUT IT WAS SO CUTE lol

NOTE: This is a waking journal. If you want to read a dream, do not read this; I simply keep this to improve my dream recall. In fact, I don't recommend you read this at all; it's very boring, and just for me.

I woke up at roughly 3:30am today, after falling asleep at 10:30. I lay in bed for a while, then got up at about 5:00 to get a drink. Normally I browse the internet until 7:00, but I got a drink and went straight back up. I fell asleep again and woke up at 7:00. I prepared my schoolbag and then, at around 8:00, drove to school with my mother. I got out of the car and entered the school building. Inayat waved to me, but I didn't feel like waving back. I then proceeded to walk down to the laboratory for tutor registration, and said good morning to Tori. She was still upset with me for my views on the Easter play for the local junior school, and so would not speak to me. Emily, my limerent object, came up to us at one point and said good morning, then had to go off to her registration.

After registration, I walked to Spanish, in which we revised animals and learned adjectives, mainly colours. I also did some extension work. We then moved to I.C.T., in which I finished my website - I was the first in the class to do so. In break, I went to the deputy-head's office and got by workbooks back; they had been withdrawn for the school inspectors to look at as an example student. I then went outside to the terrace and talked with Emily. After break, I moved to History, in which me, Tori, Inayat and Emily (B, not M; B is a compatriot, whereas Emily M is my limerent object) completed our presentation on the life of Oliver Cromwell. Then we had Art, in which I began weaving my Miro piece, and then the bell went for lunch. I stayed behind for a little while in Art to help tidy up, and then I went outside via the side door to eat with Tori and Emily M. Freddie also joined us, which was somewhat awkward, because I dislike him. Mr. Hunt approached us to remind me of the maths challenge practice at 1:30, which I was already aware of, and so he left; on his way, he stumbled and walked into a large branch.

I then went to the maths challenge practice, as aforementioned. We spent about ten minutes figuring out how the website worked (Ms. King, the organiser of the competition for the past three years at our school, as absent, and so Mr. Hunt was somewhat discombobulated) and then we spent the remaining twenty minutes elaborating over the questions and getting to know each other.

After lunch, I went to my locker, got my bag and relevant books, and went to afternoon tutor. Tori was still upset with me about the play, and so I spent my time doing next week's homework. I then went to R.S., in which we learnt about Ik Onkar and the Khalsa in Sikhism, and then we went into English, in which we had a speaking and listening assesment; we had a debate about the worst jobs in history. I then left, and, after collecting my remaining books from my locker (I had them ALL because of the aforementioned inspection), I went outside and entered my mother's car. We drove home after visiting Tesco's, though I waited in the car in that period of time. I went home, watched three episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, completed Monday's homework, and had dinner. I then wrote this WJ entry at 9:15.

1/21/11

Wow. I remembered about 90% of this movie-like dream upon awakening, but I quickly lost about 80% more before I even had the chance to think about it.

1- The Second End


Our Future

We have suffered an apocalypse under the vampires. After a long and epic struggle, Alice, Claire, and I have managed to kill off a good majority of them. Unfortunately, they've also managed to kill off most of our convoy and nearly all of my fellow werewolves.

We think the hard part is over, that we can begin to rebuild. But Fate strikes us down as Claire begins to speak a prophecy that has suddenly been delivered to her. "The future of humanity depends upon the T where blood flows." ((Oh. Ohhhhh! I just realized that it was talking about Alice! Duh!))

"What the hell does that mean?" I ask, somewhat worried.

"I don't know. But it doesn't sound good."

She also receives a scrambled word: n-g-e-i-t-a

"Eating," Alice says, before I even process it. Wow, she's quick.

"We're not out of the clear yet, apparently. Don't let your guards down," I say. As if they ever would.

The Ship
Something is definitely not right aboard this ship. The crew seem nice, but I sense something off about them. My suspicions are confirmed just as I am searching for Alice and Claire to warn them of the danger I feel sure that we're in. One of our convoy members is sedated and dragged into a secret room as I watch from the shadows. I put my ear to the door and listen while crew discusses chopping her up and preparing her as tonight's meal. "Eating," I whisper to myself with realization and horror. This ship--- it's a trap. And we fell right into it.

My haste to find Alice and Claire has grown exponentially, but they are walking with several crew members (Umbrella operatives, I now realize) when I come across them. One of the men leads Alice, Claire, Carlos, an unknown woman from our convoy, and myself into a small room and locks us in. "Great," I mutter. "I was just coming to warn you, but I guess I was too late."

Suddenly a chute opens up in one of the walls, and two vampires frozen with sedatives fall into the room. The chute closes, leaving us trapped, weaponless, with the monsters.

The female vamp animates almost immediately, killing the helpless woman and sinking her teeth deep into my arm before I can stop her. The virus quickly works it's way into my system, and....

...I switch to Alice's point of view. I can only watch as my werewolf friend kills off the she-vamp before succumbing to the virus herself. F*cking Umbrella Corp, I think with fury, After all we've done to get rid of the virus, and now they're SPREADING it? There is no time for such thoughts, however. My once-comrade is now coming at me with a hungry look in her eyes, her werewolf genes making the effect of the virus that much more powerful.

I am taken aback by how quickly she moves, by how quickly her sharp teeth sink into my flesh. No... How did it come to this?

I kick her off me, watching as my hands become the clawed hands of the very monster I lived to destroy. But wait. I still have my thoughts... All hope might not be lost.

I look up to see Claire and Carlos backed up against the wall as the newly turned vampire stalks up to them. No. I can't bear for them to die, too. With a feral snarl, I slam my monstrous hand into Hazel's head, and am somewhat surprised when it flies off her shoulders and lands on the floor with a sickening squelch. This power... it's too much.

At that moment, the dark-skinned male vamp snaps to life beside me. "Don't be alarmed," he says hastily, sensing that he is about to share the same fate as my now headless comrade. "You're going to need my help." That accent... I realize immediately that this must be one of the living Vampires from legend, a race of immortals unrelated to our hellish virus.

He tells me that Umbrella has had him frozen for quite some time, so I give him a quick debriefing of current events. "We had the werewolves fighting for us," I say, drawing my story to a close, "but they're all dead now." I look down at Hazel's body with remorse. What a cruel fate...

The Shooting
*3rd Person*

Four Umbrella operatives are standing on deck, peering into the small room from their vantage point at the top level. "Okay, boys," one of them, their commander, begins in a decisive tone, "it's been long enough. Open fire."

The three gunmen begin shooting, each unloading their entire supply of bullets into the small room in what, for any other group of people, would seem like overkill. "There's no way they could have survived that," one of the young men says proudly.

Little do they know that below deck, crawling through the leaking pipes steadily toward them, a Vampire and his newfound companions are-----


"MEOW! MEEEOOOW" My cat lets me know, LOUDLY, how displeased she is at being locked out of my room. GAH! I want to find out what happened!

Non-lucid Lucid

January 21, '11: Early this morning I tried falling asleep consciously by using a breathing method, focusing on my breathing, relaxing further with each exhale, and waiting a second before inhaling again.
I had a short dream about a guy with baby ducks in a cage. Some of them had died, and one was dying.
I woke up again, still focused on my breathing. I felt my body begin to fall asleep But I must have gotten too excited and woke up. A few minutes later it happened again, with the same results.

Then I fell asleep and started dreaming.
I was in church (dream sign), hiding in the bathroom. I went outside and started flying (another dream sign). I then knew I was dreaming. I saw someone I recognized getting into his car as I flew overhead. He then drove away. I might have scared him.
As I flew, I noticed the beautiful scenery. but my vision was partially obscured, as if by a hat or hoody. I attempted to stabilize the dream.
I remembered that I wanted to find Sheila. It took a few seconds to stop flying. I landed horizontally on a flat, metal statue, and started walking around on the ground. There were several houses around me.
I called out for Sheila, saying that she would appear because I wanted her to. I was going to check in one of the houses for her. But I found a family of ducks. I asked if one of them was Sheila (I don't know why). A male duck attacked me. I grabbed it by the neck. I'm not sure if I killed it.
I lost lucidity.
Then I was naked, sitting on a children's playground thing. There were several people around. I went down some concrete stairs, still naked. A man walking a dog went by in the other direction. I saw a homeless person sleeping. There were several towels hanging up. I took one to cover myself. But the man showed up again and said the towel had some kind of STD, so I didn't want it to touch my genitals. I dropped the towel, but then I thought my hands were probably dirty.
A crazy old lady started following me. Soon after that I woke up.

Dream fragment: Some people were playing a game to see who had the most keys in their pocket. They were aware that it was a dream and so they could control how many keys they had. This is the second time I remember people playing a conscious dream game. In the other one, I was also lucid and playing the game. We would say the name of a loud noise, and then we would hear it.

Notes on today's lucid dream: Obviously I need to change my method of finding Sheila, or change my lucid dream goal to something else. Rather than looking for her, I could concentrate on focusing my intent to see her.

I feel that my dream recall is getting better, but i'm still not in the mood for writing down all my dreams since i'm still sick. But here is the one dream i remember very clearly and detailed:

I'm watching a movie about two italian policemen who are driving on a empty road, when suddenly a little boy appears and chase him around for one and a half hour and i just skip through the movie. I then write a facebook status about how much i think the movie suck, and later find out that people really likes the movie and trashtalk me on my status, even people i don't know.

The next day i'm at my high school (or gymnasium at it's called in Denmark) and i find out i have to go back to school in a week. I leave the school and go out to get my bike and on my way out i tell a very mucky joke about Justin Bieber (wtf?) to one of my classmates.

Suddenly i'm in a car with a big black guy and a tough mexican woman. I find out that they are policemen and are on their way to a very dangerous job. The black guy is driving the car and the mexican woman is sitting next to him. I'm sitting in the backseat. They are both very nervous and the woman puts on some relaxing music and starts sleeping. Now the man driving the car gets mad because someone put a strawberry container on his gear shift (i don't even...)
The dream ends.

14.01.11
I remember this phrase incredibly clearly: "You can explore it in the real world, or the Minecraft world", it's said as a joke, in a nonchalant way.I vaguely remember a city - Ackbar (sounds arabian?) and a valley.The valley was in classical minecraft block-ish manner, it was made of sand and stone, probably close to the city.

13.01.11
1: A very Zelda:Ocarina of Time setting.In a forest with giant trees.I'm trying to change the behavior of the local villagers, because they are bad and greedy.They don't follow words, so I use Deku sticks and Deku nuts, they're not fatal but are enough to discipline them.I feel righteous and proud in doing so (I'm not much of a violent person).
2: Again, a Zelda-ish setting, very faint recall, mostly peaceful.

...but I haven't even played the game!

12.01.11
I'm sitting on stone stairs with two of my friends, nothing else exists but these stairs, there are no surroundings, only the sky.One of my friends talks about what he does to get nice, vivid dreams (Can't remember what he said).I look at the sky throughout the whole dream.It's mostly sunny, clouds are racing around the Sun (literally running circles around it, really fast).We talk about how Mars is easily covered by clouds since it's small in diameter (even though it's clearly the sun).My other friend talks about the lack of musical talent of a third person.I was filled with nostalgia and in deep thought.This was a scene from a town I go to 2 a year, it felt like a moment and an eternity at the same time, weird.

Last night I was so excited about potentially having my 2nd LD, which unfortunately ruined it for me. It took me a grand total of 6 hours to get to sleep properly.

But firstly I need to backtrack somewhat. The first few hours of trying to sleep found me on the verge of LDing countless times. I feel as though the SP I encountered however was somewhat suggested to myself as I didn't even try to move out of it. When I was lying there it felt like my body was getting lighter and lighter, almost as if my consciousness was leaving my body. However try as I might I sensed that whilst I could almost feel myself lifting away my eyes would betray me. This happened about 5 times, every time I ended up opening my eyes just in case it was a FA, with each reality check showing that, unfortunately, I really was in the real world. The closest I feel I got to LDing was when I had this "floating" sensation coupled with slight shapes and colours in my minds eye becoming more vivid. I could also sense my "spotlight" of vision widening and taking in more and more information.

Once I actually got to sleep my dream recall was somewhat disappointing. I know that I had a vivid dream at some point, but I failed to find anywhere to record it in time. The second fragment of dreaming that I can recall is only audio as it combined with some interference from RL. One floor below my window somebody began repeatedly knocking as hard as they could (student life!). This led me to hear the word "knowledge" said by a female voice with every knock that was made until I gradually faded into a waking state.

11.01.11
Very formal evening gathering.Bulgaria has no server for...something, can't remember.I'm a representative for a company and want to take that up.I have a talk with the host about it, a friend of mine with me.||The colors reminded me of "the Fade" => not everything was what it seemed to be.I was under orders from Cerberus(an organization from a game) to infiltrate this gathering and get information, possibly more people involved than just me and my friend.

I went to bed high last night and when i fell asleep i caould remember hearing my dad call my name really loud like he usually does when i pass out high but when i woke up he wasnt there so i guess it was just part of my dream but i dont really remember anything from last night.

non-dream/non-lucid/lucid

Note: before the dream I turned off the heater in my room

I had a false awakening and wake up freezing. I clutch my hands to my chest and let out a huge breath of air which crystallizes in front of me. After getting a sense of my sorroundings (everything in my room seems normal), a woman bursts through my bedroom door. She claims that she is the mother of one of my classmates and wants me to be her son's partner for a theatre presentation. I am hesitant so she approches me with a menacing look which forces me to hide in the corner behind my bed which I kick towards the woman to make room. I tell her "fine I'll do it! Just stop freaking me out!" and she leaves. I sit up in my bed and take a moment to unwind from the previous experience. The I exit my bedroom door.

I find myself in my theatre room about to preform the scene, except I find that I have forgotten to do any work. The teacher looks close to be calling on us and I freak out and run out the opposite door. I find myself in my english class during lab day. I sit down at one of the computers to seem inconspicuous, but am soon found by my english teacher who tells me to go to class immediatly. I am followed into the room by my partner who I now recognize as my friend nate. He tells me to follow him back into the class or else we will both fail. At this point my teacher reminds me of an essay I have due tomorrow in a very condescending tone. I close my eyes to avoid the situation and when I open them I find myself in a parking lot.

All my friends from the debate team are running towards a door at the opposite end of the parking complex. Realizing that we are heading towards a tournament I run to catch up with them soon finding myself running through the door. The door heads into a comfortable estate that is owned by the worlds most respected philanthropist. We all rush through the door and stop on a dime as we take in the elegance of the room. I walk through the room looking for the philanthropist and in having no luck rush out the opposite door into a garden. There all of my debate friends catch up with me and we start discussing how we will each probably do at the tournament. I joke with John about how terrible my partner is and bet that we will lose every round he has a major part in. After a few minutes I look to the end of the garden and find a door which I realize opens into the philanthropist's room again, except inside my ex-girlfriend is waiting for me. I tell my friends that the only way forward is through that door and we all rush through it. I find myself again in the elegant room and rush through it as I did before except this time we end up in a hotel lobby.

I realize that we have arrived at the debate tournament and I rush down the halls to catch up with my friends who are choosing rooms. As I run down the fancy reception hall lined with blue wallpaper I come across my debate coach. I yell: "were is everyone." He responds with: "they're choosing rooms to your right." I turn right and come upon John and Nate who are eagerly moving in and out of hotel rooms to see which one they liked. I asked them where Bennet and Parth are and they tell me to look in the back entrance where everyone is gathering. I run down more similarly furnished hallways and come to a sun-filled back room where I can see a broken down gift shop and outside a terribly kept garden. I then think to myself that the only time this hotel gets any buisness is when MBA hosts the debate tournament here. As I look outside waves of debaters begin flooding in in search of their own rooms. I hear someone yell that because there are no tenants except for debaters in the hotel everyone gets their choice of room. I immediatly rush back to where Nate and John were picking rooms. On the way back I notice Margret, who is wearing see-through tights and is amazingly attractive in them. I rush by and for a few munutes am still looking at her. However, when I remember my job I keep running. I find John and Nate as debaters fill the hallways and tell them that we should take the elevator to the second floor where there will be a better view. They agree and we take the very slow elevator ride to the second floor. Nate and John get off and run towards the rooms. After a few seconds I decide that there are probably better rooms on the bottom floor and get back in the elevator. As the door is closing I notice the far wall that is made entirely of glass and marvel at the sun as it streams through. The elevator doors close and I move down to the bottom floor. The elevator doors open into a small glass box that looks into a sort of terrarium that is filled with and old english rooftop. I move back into the elevator and notice that I now have a visitor: a small boy with clown makeup on his face. I look at him for a second and he seems as though he has a demonic presence about him. I then watch as he waves to something out of the glass box and see an even more frightening girl sitting on the rooftop, dressed in a similar manner. I am so frightened that I run into the elevator and press the number two button. However the button seems to be broken as the elevator refuses to move and the doors refuse to close. I then get into a sort of frenzy and push the button multiple times at a rapid pace. At this the elevator and the glass box become dislodged from the building and speed across the terrain. I look around as houses rush past me and cannot make sense of what is going on. I tell myself that it is impossible for elevators to move sideways on their own. I look at my hands and notice that they are blurred and difficult to make out. I then come to the realization that I am dreaming.

At the time where I figure this out the elevator-glass box has lost its top and is simply a sort of sled. Now lucid I decide to try a trick I learned on my first lucid experience except on a larger scale. I make the entire elevator structure immaterial and we begin to move through buildings as if they were air. As we near the hotel again the structure starts accelerating at a faster pace. We approach the building and we are thrown out of the structure and land on the ground outside the hotel. I look at the clown-boy who has changed into a normal child and is now playing on the playground outside the hotel. I then make sense of my lucidity and decide to stay in the hotel area and attempt to fly. I jump in the air and am thrown to the ground by gravity. This is the clearest dream I had ever experienced and I was still a little worried about falling. I gave up flying then and there and looked for other means of aerial transport. I look over to the playground where the boy is driving a fake car. I walk up to the fake car next to it and tell myself that it can fly. Without thinking I make the car lurch forward into the air, climbing higher and higher. The boy next to me follows suit and soon we are both driving wooden cars high in the sky. I enjoy this for a few minutes and then decide to touch down in the elegant room that I ran through to get to MBA. I enter the doors (not followed by the child who has taken off on his own) to find the entire place dark with trash everywhere. The entire room has changed into a storage unit with shelves dominating the space. I walk down to the third row and see a sheet thrown over a body. A man approaches and tells me that the philanthropist Kate Hudson has died and that they are throwing a vigil near the hotel. I look around for a second and then realize that I am wasting time that could be utilized elsewhere. I rush out the door and fly back to the hotel, (actually flying but still under the impression that I can't fly). I approach the building and once again turn myself immaterial. I then fly through several rooms passing Margret, who looks bored and is sitting on her bed. Lucid sex crosses my mind, but as it does I lose immateriality and crash against a wall inside a hotel room. In the room forensic experts are examining a prostitute writing around in bed with someone who is attempting to stab her. One of the forensic experts tells me that I can have sex with the prostitute, but I decline, become immaterial and rush through more walls trying to find Margret. After running through a few rooms I find that I have reached the limit and fall out of the hotel towards the ground. I hit down hard and find that it is now night. Still under the delusion that I can't fly I search the playground for another car to pilot. I find myself face to face with a volleyball net, turn immaterial, but as I am about to slide through the net I but my hands out which turns me material again and causes me to become tangled in the net. I shake off the net and find another wooden car which I pilot towards the former elegant room. I enter the room and rush down to the aisle that held the dead body. The man I met earlier is waiting there with several other people and is explaining that Kate has been moved to the funeral home, and that in her place he has recieved a dead swordfish to present. I then notice a swordfish (sans-sword) who is lying against one of the shelves. He then snaps his fingers and two more appear, each larger than the previous, and one with an actual sword. Aware again that I was wasting time I move out the back door and find myself in a hotel room owned by my parents who apparently followed me to MBA. I look around the room and my parents remind me about the essay I have due the next day. Not wanting to deal with that I turn around and look at the bedside lamp. I start to feel the dream fading and rub my hands together vigorously and yell out "increase lucidity!" I then have the odd sensation that I have stopped myself from entering into my actual body and I am kneeling on my bed, rubbing my hands. My sense of touch then increases dramatically, as does my sense of taste, smell, and vision. I am now much more conscious and decide to make a sandwich appear. I picture a sandwich behind a picture on the nightstand and instead find that I am already chewing it. Satisfied I rush out of my parents room, out of the non-elegant room, and fly back to the hotel. I now find the park crawling with suited men looking for me. Looking for a car to pilot I jump in one of the men's black Ferrari rev the engine and begin driving.

Then I wake up in sleep paralysis. I remember the instant-wild post on DV and try to wiggle my "phantom arm" but the entire time I am distracted by my shoulder which developed a cramp while sleeping. After accidentally moving my actual arm I decide to try and DEILD, however I come the the conclusion that I now absolutely nothing about DEILD and am too distracted by my shoulder to attempt to WILD. So I get up and try and recall the dream

Thanks to Oneironaut's avatar I had a lucid dream with Blade in it.

It was a chilly and rainy night and I was walking through the streets of an unfamiliar city. I sensed eyes watching me, all around me...some sort of creatures lurking in the darkness. They were making horrible moaning sounds and reminded me of the creatures that come to take the bad guys away in the movie Ghost. I begin to feel panicky and at this point realize that I must be dreaming. But before I can do anything to change the dream scene, I see a headlight and hear a vehicle skid to a halt in front of me. The dark creatures slink back into the shadows, and I see a motorcycle that looks a lot like Fenrir surrounded in a cloud of smoke and misty vapor. As the mist clears I see a man dressed in all black. Blade. My curiosity peaks, and I decide to let the dream play out instead of attempting to control anything.

He speaks in a deep, soothing, yet frosty monotone voice, "Are you hurt"

"...no"

"Then get on."

I climb onto the back of the bike and wrap my arms around his waist, noticing how incredibly hard his body is as my fingers move over his chiseled abs. But before I could barely register this strong attraction, he does a burn out spinning the bike around and we speed off through a cloud of smoke.

I tighten my hold around him as we speed through the city streets and out onto a more suburban sort of landscape with lots of trees and houses. I tilt my head back and look up at the dark sky full of clouds tinged with the faintest reddish orange glow around the edges, leftover from sunset...drinking in the chilly air as it whips the hair around my face...just relishing the moment and enjoying being lucid...allowing the dream to have me instead of me trying to have the dream.

I lean closer to him and rest my head against his back. ...Comfort. Suddenly I realize that I recognize the neighborhood we are in...and he stops just outside my house. Myold house. Why were we here. I looked fearfully at the large and beautiful house, with the perfectly manicured landscape.

"But there's something evil in there," I said to him, not wanting to let go. "I don't know where it came from or why it's there. I loved living there." I could hear a desperate and apologetic pleading in my own voice.

"That's why I'm here." he replied coolly.

"Who are you?" I asked.

No response. He puts the kickstand down and turns the bike off. I have no choice. I let go and climb off the bike, still looking at the house, frightened of what I might see. He walks confidently and purposefully in front of me and we enter the house. I glance toward the master bedroom, but realize that...no...now is not the right time.

We walk across the spacious living room with high vaulted ceilings and windows casting light and shadows upon the now empty house. I stop at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement floor level. He notices my apprehension and looks me in the eye questioningly.

"It's...down there," I tell him.

He walks down the stairs and, upon reaching the bottom looks back up at me.

"I'll be right back...I promise."

I think to myself, "no, you won't."

I wake up feeling very confused.

Last night was really disappointing for recall. I only have 3 tiny fragments. I contemplated not even putting them in here, but as per Stephen LaBerge, apparently I must record everything.

Fragment 1

I had this vision (eyes open) of my son falling out of his highchair, so I grabbed for him in a panic. It turned out it was just my man's knees (bent so his feet were placed flat on the mattress) moving under the covers. He looked at me like I was nuts as I explained I thought his legs were our son falling from a highchair. But that's not unusual for him to look at me that way - he knows I do crazy things in my sleep

Fragment 2

My Step Dad was farming something in a field. I don't remember what it was, but it was something very unusual - something inanimate/not alive. I was questioning him as to what the heck he was doing.

Fragment 3

No real details about this one, except knowing that my Brother in Law was in it, and I had a definite feeling of awkwardness/discomfort. No idea what was going on there.