If I was to work back into my animation I would defiantly increase the size and try to focus more on the positioning of the movements and it's placing. Of those who volunteered, the ones that worked best were those who utilized the space well by either becoming large enough to fill the screen (anger) or so small that the white space creates a pressure to suppress the line (guilt). I would also focus on the transitions, making them more smooth and consistent.
We then went around the class to different classmates sharing our dreams we've had. I know I've had many dreams but I can't seem to remember them. I spoke to Yanghaonan, Ally, Lena, and James about their dreams. The one I've held onto the most is one where my friends and I were in Paris, France traveling around in an Amazing Race style and we were running around the Notre Dame Cathedral trying to find items. It would have been helpful to remember my dreams (especially for this project now). I think I am going to begin writing my dreams down when I wake up so I can remember them more.
My Dream Description
The dream that seems to resonate with me the most is one where I was on an Amazing Race style adventure with my friends.
There were five of us or maybe four. With our backpacks on our backs and running shoes on our feet, we rushed across Paris France looking for clues. I clenched onto the clue we just received, a black envelope with large gold lettering that was unreadable because of my tight grip that clenched the envelope. We were running down the cobblestone streets racing to find the Notre Dame Cathedral for our next clue. We were a part of the Amazing Race, a reality tv show where your race around different cities across the world doing challenges that to try to advance onto the next location with the goal of getting first to the finish line. Different than the tv show we were a small group rather than a duo team. Our clue was to get to the Norte Dame Cathedral and find an object hidden in one of the halls. So, we dashed down the streets as a group, dodging tourists taking photos and selfies and passing small French cafes with people outside drinking their espressos and eating baguettes. I was in the back of the group as my best friend lead in the front looking up and down at the paper map as we ran. I questioned why she was the navigator since she tends to get lost easily but I had the clue which I felt was just as of an important position.
As we turned the corner leaving one narrow street to another, I could see the Notre Dame ahead of us. It was soaring over us with its towers appearing as if they were puncturing the blue cloudless sky above. There was a halo of light surrounding the whole building making it glow yellow. We were blinded by the glow and the shiny white stones that built the cathedral. I have always wanted to go to Paris and especially see the Notre Dame a definite staple of France.
As we approached the building the entrance continued to grow larger and larger with each step we began to be swallowed by the darkness. Our eyes were open but all we could see was darkness. The halls were dark and damp with rough walls and the sound of dripping water from the ceiling. This wasn’t what I expected the inside of the glorified church to be. Our pace changed from a sprint to now a slow crawl as we griped onto the back of each other's backpacks as our only way to know we were all still there. Ahead of us we could see the slight flicker of a candlelight. This must have been our next clue. As we got closer the halls began to be visible from the light of the candle as the flames grew bigger and bigger. With only step away my eyes opened to the sound of my alarm.
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