Words, Pictures, and Filler: April 2008

Friday, April 25, 2008

Tonight

We arrived at the Creative Alliance Wed night and we saw on the marquee that it was Friday night. The semester is near the end and my brain is fried.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Creative Alliance

Tonight, I am going to the Craetive Alliance for their annual student film/video bakeoff. One of my shorts was accepted. It starts at 8 PM.

I typed up my piece Monday night and sent it in to Jenny. The focus of it changed. Previously, it was going to be a straight narrative with actors, but as I wrote it, it seemed like it should be more surrealistic with imagery and music along with a reenactment. We are filming on Sunday morning in the woods in Wyman Park.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Pics

I'll post those damned Santa Fe pictures soon.

Screenplay

Dreams usually dissolve from memory seconds after you wake up. In those rare instances where something in your dream is terrifying, the dissipation slows like an old truck running out of gas on a desert highway, leaving you feeling isolated with the images of what brought forth such fear while in slumber.

Last night, I dreamt that I saw my father in a garden. I tried to go up and talk to him but he kept walking, ignoring me as I called after him. He did not turn around and as he went further away, I could hear his voice.

"Why did you not contact me before now?"

Though his back was to me, I knew that his mouth was not moving to those words as his voice was near my ear by the time that he was physically a mile away.

I called out to him, but nothing came out as I tried to shout. My father was at level with the toy soldier-sized trees in the horizon before he disappeared. Only when he was gone could I shout that I missed him and did not know where he was.