I have quite a vivid dream life, usually remembering two-three dreams each night. I’ve been sharing the ones that can be explained briefly both on twitter and facebook.

But since twitter is ephemeral, I thought I’d gather my tweet dreams together in one place, both out of a fear that they might fade, and to see if there’s any overarching theme. So here are three months worth of them in reverse chronological order. I already knew that many of you in the science fiction, fantasy, and horror communities had starring roles in my dreams. But what I didn’t realize was how many of the dreams I’d already forgotten.

Looking at these, I have a feeling that I’ll someday do something more formal with them. But for now, just seeing them in one place is satisfying enough.

Welcome to my subconscious!

I dreamt I was in a railway station discussing the print histories of Dune and LOTR with Cheryl Morgan as ancient steam engines roared by. 7:41 AM Dec 31st, 2009

I can’t believe I dreamt I was driving while explaining SCI FI Wire’s Moveable Type system to my bored passengers. I need to get out more. 8:10 AM Dec 30th, 2009

I dreamt I was at an awards banquet, polling my friends as to whether or not I should shave my head. But I woke while tallying the votes! 7:56 AM Dec 29th, 2009

I dreamt I was reading the nonexistent The Complete Jules Feiffer, which contained thumbnails for comics I _know_ he had nothing to do with. 7:57 AM Dec 28th, 2009

I dreamt I could play the guitar, but when I tried to sing along, I couldn’t recall the lyrics to a single song. But the music was amazing. 8:38 AM Dec 27th, 2009

I dreamt I was at a con dinner for ten (including Jenn Reese and Karen Meisner) in Australia. A ladybug crawled on Karen, who didn’t mind. 8:26 AM Dec 25th, 2009

I dreamt I was in a corrupt Third World country trying (and failing) to convince rebel leaders to cooperate with the church, and vice versa. 8:20 AM Dec 25th, 2009

I dreamt that a strange insect, half stick bug, half praying mantis, had gotten into the house, and we were having a staring contest. I won. 7:35 AM Dec 24th, 2009

I dreamt I was visiting with Paul Di Filippo and preparing to eat at Prosciutto’s, an all-prosciutto restaurant that exists only in dream. 7:33 AM Dec 24th, 2009

I dreamt I was wandering NY with Irene Gallo while describing the new mag I intended to publish, one with a different format for each issue. 7:29 AM Dec 24th, 2009

I dreamt I’d volunteered for a space mission from which I’d never return, and saying my goodbyes while trying to decide whether to back out. 7:28 AM Dec 22nd, 2009

I dreamt I was working at Marvel with a suddenly alive John Verpoorten, a suddenly young Len Wein, and a suddenly in comics Paul Shaffer. 8:32 AM Dec 21st, 2009

I dreamt I was at a state dinner at which Michael Swanwick said I could sit at his table, but as a new congressman, I had to sit elsewhere. 8:46 AM Dec 20th, 2009

I dreamt I spotted Fringe’s John Noble visiting Syfy, and so I searched for my camera, but by the time I was able to find it, he was gone. 8:37 AM Dec 18th, 2009

I dreamt I’d moved back to Brooklyn, and was crossing Coney Island Avenue at Avenue O. I heard my wife and father talking in the distance. 6:23 AM Dec 12th, 2009

I dreamt that I parted with Bill Shunn in the Village to have dinner with Tom Disch, who had a new book out cowritten with David R. Bunch. 5:34 AM Dec 12th, 2009

I dreamt I worked at a Marvel Comics with a view of Grand Central, and saying goodbye to long-dead Bullpenner Duffy Vohland, who seemed sad. 6:36 AM Dec 11th, 2009

I dreamt I wandered a NYC that never existed, one with monuments only Jack Kirby could have designed. And I was looking for my lost iPhone. 7:50 AM Dec 8th, 2009

I dreamt I was with Bill Willingham as he was interviewed for radio, and trying to be very quiet. Then my wife and Neil Gaiman showed up. 8:31 AM Dec 6th, 2009

I dreamt Will Smith dropped by, and since I am a good host, spent his visit trying _not_ to ask about Scientology, even though I wanted to. 7:45 AM Dec 6th, 2009

I dreamt I was a kid setting the dining room table with my sister, and our dad was Benjamin Linus, and he wasn’t happy with us. Not at all. 9:15 AM Dec 5th, 2009

I dreamt I attended a holiday party at Bob Silverberg and Karen Haber’s NYC apartment, reading ancient fanzines and eating blueberry scones. 8:29 AM Dec 4th, 2009

I dreamt I was at a huge convention, but every pro writer bailed except for me and Catherine Asaro, and we were forced to do _every_ panel. 8:47 AM Dec 3rd, 2009

I dreamt I was working on a graffiti-spree case, first as Gillian Anderson, then as Zooey Deschanel, but I woke before the crime was solved. 8:47 AM Dec 2nd, 2009

I dreamt I interviewed for a job editing a comic-book site run by … Ralph Nader? That seemed weird, and it confused my interviewers, too. 8:10 AM Nov 30th, 2009

I dreamt I saw poor @mikemarano, looking sad and lonely, smoking a cigarette by himself in the middle of an empty field. Does he even smoke? 8:33 AM Nov 28th, 2009

I dreamt I bumped into Stephen Segal handing out copies of Weird Tales on the street, autographing each one for a horde of hungry readers. 8:27 AM Nov 28th, 2009

I dreamt I was lost in NY. Luckily, John Douglas found me to show me where I needed to go. But I turned away for a moment–and he was gone! 8:24 AM Nov 28th, 2009

I dreamt I saw @jay_lake last night sitting on a stool as I walked through a bar, so I snuck up behind him and gave him a big hug. 8:21 AM Nov 28th, 2009

I dreamt I had a job as a piano mover, and delivered a huge white piano solo. But I never saw how I got it off the truck and into the house. 8:34 AM Nov 25th, 2009

I’m dreamt I was on a reality show in which we were all given nicknames: The Tall Guy, the Fat Guy, etc. But I never knew which Guy I was. 8:33 AM Nov 25th, 2009

I dream I’m on the couch, watching TV, rummaging through a bag of Starbursts that’s most wrappers … while sitting next to George Clooney. 8:27 AM Nov 25th, 2009

I dreamt I found an 1896 edition of Lovecraft, and took it to book dealers to authenticate it. Not one pointed out he’d have only been six. 8:42 AM Nov 24th, 2009

I dreamt Ann VanderMeer was running in a marathon, and I offered her a bottle of water at mile 25. But she just waved me off and kept going. 8:13 AM Nov 23rd, 2009

I dreamt Irene and I were with a large group of unruly friends attempting to choose sides for 43-Man Squamish. 9:08 AM Nov 22nd, 2009

I dreamt that late Marvel Bullpen stalwart Danny Crespi was giving chess lessons, even though I have no idea whether he knew how to play. 8:30 AM Nov 22nd, 2009

Dreamt last night I was wandering a modern day dealers room with Gordon van Gelder and came upon a 1960s’ photo of my wife with Jack Kirby. 9:06 AM Nov 21st, 2009

I dreamt I was on a sunny beach, digging a large hole until water seeped in. A lifeguard came over to chat. The lifeguard? Joe Haldeman! 8:24 AM Nov 16th, 2009

I dreamt Irene and I hopped on the Chunnel for a day trip to France. Only as I woke did it strike me you can’t board the Chunnel in the U.S. 8:05 AM Nov 16th, 2009

I dreamt I was a grafitti artist invited to the Oscars, tagging the set, then the streets. Police fought over whether to arrest/protect me. 8:02 AM Nov 16th, 2009

I dreamt I wandered a Worldcon art show, and everything I saw had qualities that reminded me of my father’s paintings, making me melancholy. 7:55 AM Nov 16th, 2009

I dreamt I sat with Geoff Landis and Mary Turzillo at a Hugo Awards ceremony, sneaking quietly into the nominees’ section to be with them. 7:52 AM Nov 16th, 2009

Dreamt I was attending a wedding at a hotel also hosting an SF con, and saw a chimera that was half Michael Walsh, half Lawrence Watt-Evans. 9:51 AM Nov 15th, 2009

I dreamt I was in an antho co-edited by van Gelder and Williams. I wish I could remember the topic, because we were boycotted. _Violently_. 7:43 AM Nov 14th, 2009

I dreamt I was seated between Joanna Russ and Farah Mendlesohn in a pod of the Senate’s Grand Convocation Chamber from The Phantom Menace. 8:57 AM Nov 8th, 2009

I dreamt James Marsters visited. Not sure which was odder, the visit, or that all we did was sit in the basement and watch Defying Gravity. 8:29 AM Nov 7th, 2009

I dreamt I was in a Broadway production of the Lion King with Jane Lynch, when I should have been dreaming of #wfc2009. What’s up with that? 10:17 AM Oct 30th, 2009

I dreamt my Dad was alive, and I was telling him what DC was trying to do with Wednesday Comics. In real life, he drove me to my first con. 7:36 AM Oct 29th, 2009

I dreamt about HBO’s Bored to Death. I don’t know which was more shocking: seeing Ted Danson naked or dreaming about such a low-rated show. 8:18 AM Oct 28th, 2009

I dreamt I helped in an intricate hostage rescue situation a la The Unit, while reading a comic in which Superman did the same thing easily. 8:40 AM Oct 26th, 2009

I dreamt I was hunting zombies, and woke after one stepped up to me and volunteered to die by placing my shotgun barrel in its mouth. 7:42 AM Oct 25th, 2009

I dreamt I was hanging out with a group of writers when Joe Haldeman picked up a guitar and started doing Elvis. Does he even play a guitar? 7:41 AM Oct 23rd, 2009

I dreamt I was chasing Sonny Bono, who was firing a shotgun, through the streets of San Francisco, but he managed to escape on a cable car. 8:16 AM Oct 21st, 2009

I dreamt I appeared on an episode of SNL with Charlton Heston. I was dressed as Mr. Creosote. And no, I haven’t seen the Python special yet. 8:25 AM Oct 20th, 2009

I dreamt I bumped into Mark Kelly in a hotel hallway, after which we walked along a frozen beach discussing future convention travel plans. 8:40 AM Oct 14th, 2009

I dreamt that I was chatting with Stan Lee in the Marvel Bullpen when I noticed a wrecking ball hurtling toward us and ran from the room. 8:16 AM Oct 13th, 2009

dreamt I was Lloyd being yelled at by Ari Gold. Out of all possible Entourage characters, why did my subconscious have to make me … Lloyd? 8:20 AM Oct 4th, 2009

dreamt that I was Gregory House, defusing a hostage situation at a bank. But — how come? I haven’t even watched last night’s episode yet! 8:06 AM Oct 2nd, 2009

dreamt Ray Bradbury’s fingers had swollen due to a metal band stuck around his right wrist, and I struggled to snip it off to save his hand. 8:27 AM Oct 1st, 2009