Magic

There is fog on the ground in the mornings, the grass goes missing under the low clouds, and I step into the sky. I find myself in a maze, but instead of high walls, everything is ground level. The walkway is a sleek oil black, like a sidewalk made of onyx. The maze is endless, and in the distance, I see minotaurs trolling the paths. I can't step off the black ice, surrounding each side is water, as black and deep as the most unexplored ocean abyss. I must follow the path and find my way to the nearest end, if there is an end.

I woke up this morning and had thought about my dream, I've had it before, and although it seems so full of darkness and monstrosity, I'm never afraid. I enjoy having dreams, especially because I remember them most of the time. They influence my writing and my film, they are an escape for me, an escape that I could one day recreate for others to see...Thats one reason film attracted me, I can communicate through sounds and pictures and let people see what I see.

I have to find someone to interview today, its a  homework assignment that should be done by tomorrow. I've been having trouble finding a person...could it be anybody? Anybody who was interested in film? Or does it need to be someone in he workforce of the film industry? I don't quite know for sure...I'll have to ask Coach Love.