This week involved a bit of filming. As the poem film will be geared towards the recreation of a dream, we figured that inconsistency between each of our households may actually be beneficial, and not hinder us like previously thought. So me dressing as an old man and yelling gibberish into the camera will fit perfectly!

 

…Yes, I… actually did that.

 

But the part I find particularly weird is that we are each using our pets as actors for the titular Jabberwock from the poem. This can contribute to the idea of dreams blowing up ordinary things into something of the world of the fantastical, or simply cover for our lack of freedom and budget.