Too. Much. TV.
I dreamt of flying chickens.
No, that’s not the weird part.
Their eyes weren’t the usual small, chicken-y eyes. They were as big as a humans. Their feathers were colored, not the usual white, or brown, or whatever you call those colors, but it was bright yellow, blue, red, and orange. One by one, they landed on rooftops of two-storey houses, mostly my neighbors across the street. They landed on their four legs, two attached to each thigh. Their wings had hand-shaped flaps that they can control individually. And yes, its plural. Most of them had two hand-shaped flaps on each wing. Their leader, I presume, had three on each. I presumed it was their leader since it was the last to land. And it waved at me as I hung out at my gate, staring in awe.
Then I woke up.
It was just too much of a weird thing for me to handle. And as I write this, the dream slowly fades into oblivion. But before I got up out of bed and started writing, a few thoughts came to my mind.
First, I thought it was evolution, that this is what chickens will look like after a period of time. I wasn’t expecting it to happen in my lifetime, but there it was. But then, I remembered of J.J. Abrams and what he’s doing with his TV show, Fringe. If you haven’t seen an episode yet, please see one now. Anyway, the chickens were a failed experiment by KFC trying to breed mutant chickens that had more wings and legs. To produce cheaper chicken wings and legs. Yeah, one of those conspiracy theories. Of course, KFC will deny the claims and would try to cover it up. But the chickens were able to escape. Enter Agent Olivia Dunham, Peter Bishop, and the mad scientist, Dr. Walter Bishop, Peter’s father.
It was like I was dreaming an upcoming episode of Fringe. A shiver suddenly ran up my spine as I thought Mr. Abrams thinking exactly the same thing I was. That I dreamt what he was dreaming. And that Fringe is, actually, true and happening right now. After all, science fiction is based on fact. But later, I dismissed it with a shrug. Yeah. Right. Like J.J. Abrams would think of put flying chickens in his show. Like I’m special enough to have witnessed how his creative mind works. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m plain ol’ vanilla.
And then this got me thinking about the latest Heroes episode. Hiro going back in time to undo the wrongs he had committed in the past is practically a big retcon, like trying to save Charlie in season one by going back six months in the past (lets peg this timeline with Charlie-6M). This time, he goes back three years in the past (this timeline with Charlie-3Y). What I think will happen in the next episode will be Hiro trying to keep joy and dignity alive in the life of a terminal Charlie-3Y recently finding out of her illness, thereby giving the Hiro that will try to save Charlie-6M the chance to fall in love with him (again? maybe?).
Confusing, I know. My head hurt, that’s why I got up out of bed and started writing all this down here.
I should be sleeping right now (I work nights), and I’m slowly realizing how pathetic my life is. That thinking about TV shows’ upcoming episodes take up most of my waking hours. I think I need a new hobby.
