We are camping, me and some people who are indescript. We are moving from one campsite to another, which I note is not as exciting as arriving at a campsite.

Suddenly there is a strange light from somewhere, randomly illuminating small areas of rocks and roots in the campsite. The moon is bright, but it doesn't explain the light, and we search but can't find its source.

Then some kids come through almost in a panic, past our campsite to the parking lot, and look for their car. I go to them and ask them why they are so frightened, and they say there was a curtain in their tent, and when they returned it wasn't in the same position as when they left. I tell them they probably just didn't remember it's original position correctly.

It's the next day, and I'm visiting the campsite of my aunt Becky, Ed's wife, who is camped nearby. She has a lot of young children, and she asks me if there are any times I'd rather she didn't send the kids over to my site. I tell her no, she can send them over any time, and then later, awkwardly rethinking, tell her not to send them over at mealtimes because I didn't bring enough food.

New scene, I'm in some apartment that is apparently my home. My brothers are there and I am apparently showing them a VHS tape that I recorded, which I believe was supposed to have some pornography on it, but I am fast-forwarding, looking for the good parts. On the TV, they start rounding up cows from the field, so I skip past that part, but it won't let you see when you're fast-forwarding, apparently being of too low recording speed. Then the program ends, and the tape goes back to what had been previously recorded, a documentary about the day of the week Friday.