I actually don’t have a whole lot to say about April. Aside from the weekly three hours I spent watching Avatar, life was good. I read many books, watched a lot of Mad Men, and generally had a pretty nice time.
Oh, except that I had a really freaky dream near the end of the month that was transparently related to both Jurassic Park and Avatar. I probably should mention that.
On the evening of April 29th, I awoke in a sweat from bizarre nightmare. I had been in a military boat off the shore of a tropical island. I was in the military under the command of the one-dimensionally evil villain from Avatar, Colonel Quaritch.
Or as I think of him, Colonel Pie Hole.
Apparently, he was in charge of an island of large flightless birds, but disaster had struck and they had acquired a taste for murder. It was now my job to land on the island and hunt the birds down. This proved easier said than done, as the birds (they looked like ostriches, but never referred to as such) were clever hunters able to lure people into traps. Immediately upon landing I was ambushed and killed.
Kind of like in that movie I watched 52 times last year…
That would seem to be a pretty good place for the dream to end, were it not for the fact that I had been cloned, and at the moment of my death, my consciousness was put into my new clone body. At least that’s something that hasn’t happened in any of the films I’ve been watching for this experiment.
Oh, wait, yeah. That’s what the titular avatars are.
So I was sent back the island, and died again. And again. And again. And then I woke up.
So, what is the significance of a month free from thoughts of blue cats, only to be surprised by a distinctly Avatar-themed dream? God, I don’t know. Due to my complete lack of interest in the film, it makes sense that I wouldn’t choose to dwell on it during my waking hours, but apparently the weekly exposure is nevertheless jamming Avatar into my unconscious mind. Also, mixing it up with Jurassic Park (one can only assume that’s where my brain got an island full of deadly raptor-like birds). At least I’m not having recurrences of my old High Fidelity dreams from the first year of our experiment.
That shit was no fun.
I’d tell you what this all means, but my dream dictionary doesn’t have an entry for “A character in a movie you watch every week makes you go to an island full of deadly deadly birds that are eerily similar to dinosaurs in a movie you used to watch every week.” Also, dream dictionaries are total bullshit. Also, I don’t own a dream dictionary. Fuck it, maybe I’ll have a better idea of what’s going on come May.