Another month has come and gone, and you know what that means—it’s time to harvest the October dreams from my Twitter feed.

Making guest appearances in my dreamworld this month were Nalo Hopkinson, Len Wein, Harlan Ellison, Madonna, Paul Levitz, Adam Baldwin, and many others. (Including—who knows?—maybe you!)

I dreamt I was being chased by a high school gang drawn like Archie characters, and I was only saved due to the intervention of Miss Grundy. 30 Oct

I dreamt that as I wandered the hallways of a strange hotel, hundreds of people dressed like Alice in Wonderland characters passed by. 29 Oct

I dreamt I bumped into an ex-Syfy employee in a parking lot, then another, and another, until it was a noisy, crowded backslapping reunion. 28 Oct

I dreamt I was trying to retrieve a package of art–including a George McManus Bringing Up Father–that had been misdelivered to Rose Fox. 27 Oct

I dreamt that I woke from a dream and wrote it down, so when I actually woke I didn’t think I needed to write it down. So it’s lost. 26 Oct

I wrote this down to help me remember a dream come morning: “punch commission guy arrested carried away.” But the words mean nothing now. 26 Oct

I dreamt I went to the bank, and my loan officer turned out to be an actress from Gatz, a bit sheepish to be recognized at her day job. 25 Oct

I dreamt I ran into one of my Clarion students, who grew upset when I told him I didn’t understand the ending to his latest story in F&SF. 25 Oct

I dreamt I threw a rent party in my decrepit NYC apartment. But by 3:00 a.m. on Monday morning, I tried (and failed) to shut it down. 25 Oct

I dreamt I attended Worldcon and watched Mike Willmoth furiously complete the program grid for the _following_ year’s con on a whiteboard. 25 Oct

I dreamt I was the curator of the new Harlan Ellison museum, and HE gave a speech during the opening ceremony thanking me for my hard work. 23 Oct

One of my dreams this morning reveals what I must REALLY think of my friends (guest starring Killer Kowalski): http://tinyurl.com/362t2wf 22 Oct

I dreamt that as I tried to make it through the halls to my hotel room, I kept tripping over kids underfoot playing soccer with bottlecaps. 21 Oct

I dreamt I became part of a bizarre cult, and the only reason I stayed was because they DIDN’T want me, so I hung around to be annoying. 21 Oct

I dreamt a Mini Cooper pulled in front of the house, but by the time I got outside, it was gone, leaving behind thousands of pounds of lime. 20 Oct

I dreamt I stood around the kitchen island with friends, paging through an impossibly thick Neil Gaiman popup book. While eating pineapple. 20 Oct

I dreamt I was with Paul Di Filippo and Deb Newton, flipping through a book of wall decals, and suggested they get one of the African veldt. 19 Oct

I dreamt I tried to buy cupcakes at a 7-11, but whatever box I picked up, there was only a fraction of an inch of raw batter at the bottom. 18 Oct

I dreamt I ran down cramped, endless, narrow stairs trying to catch a train I’d never reach, like something out of Tom Disch’s “Descending.” 18 Oct

I dreamt I showed Liz Gorinsky a flyer for Sean Wallace’s course on “Secrets of Publishing.” It unfolded until it was a person-sized sheet. 18 Oct

I dreamt I wandered the deserted streets of Manhattan at 3:00 a.m., and suddenly I was surrounded by thousands of women pushing strollers. 18 Oct

I dreamt I was filming a humorous documentary at San Diego Comic-Con, and interviewed Michelle Trachtenberg, still the age she was in Buffy. 18 Oct

I dreamt I was walking down a country road, a cold bottle of root beer in each hand, when up ahead I saw a police car, and so turned around. 18 Oct

I dreamt I helped Doctor Who–who was sometimes Tom Baker, sometimes David Tennant–smuggle disks containing computer code past evil aliens. 17 Oct

I dreamt I attended a play at which all the parts were performed by ornately iced gingerbread man cookies. (Can’t remember the plot though.) 17 Oct

I dreamt I drove with my Dad and Adam Baldwin to a garage in a car needing repair. While Dad upchucked, Baldwin tried to bribe the mechanic. 17 Oct

I dreamt I missed my plane to Brooklyn and had to spend the night in a hotel. When I checked flights the next morning, they ran $800-$1,000. 16 Oct

I dreamt I talked to Madonna during a photo shoot. She told me not to tweet she was dating Dan Aykroyd. So I turned around and there he was! 15 Oct

I dreamt I had my head stuck in the fridge at the home I lived in as a teenager, arranging dozens of bottles until everything fit perfectly. 15 Oct

I dreamt I was hanging with my parents, and prepping for a trip to California in which I would deliver Mom there and immediately fly home. 15 Oct

I dreamt I was being shuttled to a hotel with two friends I won’t name. When we arrived, I was the only one willing to tip the limo driver. 14 Oct

I dreamt I was both watching the Mad Men finale and IN the Mad Men finale. When I woke, I struggled (and failed) to remember the plot. 14 Oct

I dreamt I was at a party, big, fat novel in my hands, and when I showed it off, it split into three, each with Ingrid Bergman on the cover. 14 Oct

I dreamt I was at a con with Ginjer Buchanan near a wall of kaffeeklatsch sign-up sheets. She pointed at a name on mine and said, “Uh-oh.” 14 Oct

I dreamt I came across a frisbee competition which was being played out to a soundtrack of songs by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. 13 Oct

I dreamt I worked with Paul Witcover and Danny Fingeroth, and listened to them discuss a six-hour marathon of The View they’d both watched. 13 Oct

I dreamt I entered a small room and watched a spontaneous, unexpected skit offering tax preparation advice, performed by life-sized puppets. 13 Oct

I dreamt I was in a pocket park in Manhattan with Dr. Phil, helping him demonstrate as he taped an episode on self defense techniques. 13 Oct

I dreamt I walked a beach in a tuxedo and ran into strangers doing the same. (Thanks to watching this yesterday:http://tinyurl.com/36b4ggu) 12 Oct

I dreamt that while visiting a group of recent Clarion grads rooming together on a college campus I unscrolled a flat, flexible computer. 12 Oct

I dreamt Irene and I skimmed a mag that reprinted an old Spider-Man. I was happy I ended up with someone who could appreciate it, too. 12 Oct

I dreamt I watched as Carol Burnett flipped a switch detonating explosives that demolished a huge suspension bridge made out of spun sugar. 12 Oct

I dreamt I stood on a mountaintop, eating a perfect pear with a penknife, looking down on a city far below. I was happy. And life was good. 11 Oct

I dreamt my HS friends visited, still the age they’d been when I knew them. I showed them a Stoker Award trophy (though I’ve never won one). 10 Oct

I dreamt I was giving my son, who seemed only 12, a lesson on underground comics, flipping through art by Richard Corben and Jack Jackson. 10 Oct

I dreamt I attended a convention in Massachusetts and took part in a panel on alternate history being held outside in the Boston Common. 10 Oct

I dreamt one of the most boring dreams EVER — I poured the contents of a bag of frozen pineapple into a bowl and watched it as it thawed. 9 Oct

I dreamt Barry Malzberg stood before a crowd, lights from a slide projector in his eyes. He eulogized Algis Budrys, then shrugged and sat. 9 Oct

I dreamt I visited former Science Fiction Age publishers Sovereign Media, which now operated out of a grungy rundown storefront comics shop. 9 Oct

I dreamt I was preparing to announce a discovery I’d made about Shakespeare the world had never known before, but when I woke, I forgot it! 8 Oct

I dreamt I organized superhero bubblegum cards with Paul Levitz while discussing a party Carl Gafford threw celebrating 50 years in fandom. 8 Oct

I dreamt I picked up a hardcover SF novel (with a beautiful Richard Powers cover) that was written by Cary Grant. But woke before I read it. 6 Oct

I dreamt an old boss from four jobs ago was pestering me to make phone calls urging people to vote. I told him I’d do so … but didn’t. 5 Oct

I dreamt Steve Jones dropped by unexpectedly. The first thing he wanted to do was take a long walk in the woods, even though it was night. 5 Oct

I dreamt my mother visited, her face decorated with outrageous purple makeup, to tell me she’d decided to join the Episcopal Church. 5 Oct

I dreamt that mentioning Len Wein’s name summoned him magically like Beetlejuice! We then told those around us jokes about Julie Schwartz. 5 Oct

I dreamt I was (for some unknown reason) in charge of counting cash gifts at a friend’s wedding. As I did so, robbers with shotguns invaded. 5 Oct

I dreamt I was in NYC, saw a giant robot out my window, recorded it with my iPhone, and couldn’t wait to share it with you. But then I woke! 3 Oct

I dreamt I accepted an Oscar trophy, only when I looked down, I saw it was inscribed to Thomas Miglia, which woke me. Who the heck is that? 3 Oct

I dreamt Irene and I were taking part in a ballroom dance competition. What woke me was the thought — How am I suddenly able to do this? 3 Oct

I dreamt an Inception-like dream within a dream. I was driving with my brother, woke to be driving with my friend Allan, woke to real life. 3 Oct

I dreamt Irene and I had tickets to attend the Emmys, but as we tried to enter the theater, the crowd was so packed that a riot began. 2 Oct

I dreamt I carried a suitcase stuffed with $20 bills from a bank robbery, wondering — how can I spend these without getting caught? 1 Oct

I dreamt I cooked up cherry jelly bean pancakes. Not cherry pancakes. Cherry JELLY BEAN pancakes. Sadly, I woke before I got to taste them. 1 Oct

I dreamt I told someone of when I was possessed by the spirit of Peggy Olson. But I have no memory of what happened during my possession. 1 Oct

I dreamt I spent the night with Nalo Hopkinson, who made a huge steampunk device and attached it to the TV with suction cups to record Lost. 1 Oct