I was in a New Orleans-type cemetery with Thistle, walking through rows of graves (some of them still fresh) on our way to the gate. I was telling him in a loud voice for (Normal) people to hear, that I hoped he wasn't there just to dance on the graves again. 

The road from the cemetery gate was on the side of a steep and barren cliff wall barely wide enough for two people to pass. There was a roaring river at the bottom and trees and what not on the other side. The narrow road was so crowded that we had walk sideways hugging the wall as we made our way to (wherever it was we were going). There was an annoying kid on the other side of the river who was throwing rocks at us. I made the comment that I hoped no one on our side was stupid enough to throw rocks back at him because that would just escalate into a rock throwing war. And sure enough, some idiot did and rocks were soong raining on us. We didn't have anything to fight back with so we covered our heads and tried to get away from there.