Visual speaker

I woke up feeling sad but inspired to film again.

I dreamt that I was at a screening and I was watching a film clip that was made by a boy who was sitting in the front row, a few seats across from where I was. He had red hair, freckles and looked quite out of place amongst his fellow classmates.

There was no dialogue in the film but the music carried the script well. The mise-en-scene, though simple and captured in slow pans, set the mood well.

The change of scenes were ingenious.

When I woke up, the images were still fresh in my head and the soundtrack was still playing.

It was sad. Heart wrenching.

So when I have learnt to draw, have done my research and write film scripts again, I will film it.

Here's to dreaming realities.