I was at my father's house, hanging out with Will from the previous dream, another friend whom we shall call Grace, and her brother, Henry. We were going to watch TV when we noticed Will sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and staring at the ground right in front of him. When nudged and asked if he was okay, he snapped back to "reality" and said he was just thinking.

We're at the pool near the house now. Henry is not present. We are in our swimming attire, but no one is swimming. We just dangle our feet in the water. Grace and I comment on how very thin Will is. Will says he is much less thin than Grace's brother, who is suddenly there again in swimming attire. It cannot be healthy how skinny he is.

For the record, I have never seen Grace's brother without his shirt, nor do I want to. I don't know where that came from.