Plot Summary

Soon after Mark LaPore died, I began having dreams of him, with him, in locations that often resembled the ones in his films, the ones he shot in India. When I spent late nights at MassArt working on my projects, I'd see and hear apparitions of him, trying to tell me something, trying to warn me about something. I travelled to the places I spent with him in my dreams. He was there with me until the end of the trip... I should have listened to him.