It’s that time again, though slightly delayed by our Machu Picchu trip. Let’s see what poetry last month’s dreams might achieve when my daily tweets are gathered together in one place.

April’s night-time guest stars included Woody Allen, Paul Witcover, Stubby Kaye, Nick Nolte, Tom Disch, Gene Wolfe, and … well, you’ll see.

APRIL 2012

I dreamt I was on a bus heading toward Machu Picchu. Oddly, the mountains were as snowy as Everest. Good thing I’ll find out for real soon! 28 Apr

I dreamt an actor took ill in a Shakespearean play my friend Allan was directing, and I had to suddenly fill in. Also subbing — Janis Ian. 27 Apr

I dreamt I woke from a nap in my 1976-1982 Brooklyn apt., sunlight streaming through the windows. But when was it? I reached for my iPad! 26 Apr

I dreamt @Annaleen and I were walking across the Golden Gate Bridge on the way to our jobs as copywriters at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. 26 Apr

I dreamt I wandered Avenue P with Irene, pointing out all that changed since I was a kid. But then I blinked, and everything was as it was. 25 Apr

I dreamt I searched for someone in a hospital along with @EllenDatlow. Don’t remember who we were looking for but we never found him or her. 25 Apr

I dreamt I delivered a satchel filled with cash, and once I made the handover, was accused of stealing one of the $10,000 bundles. I hadn’t. 24 Apr

I dreamt old friend Kate Stone handed me a file to underwrite a mortgage application, and I thought — do I still remember how to do that? 24 Apr

I dreamt I followed deer tracks along the soggy bottom of a riverbed … until the water rose and the tracks could no longer be seen. 24 Apr

I dreamt I was an old black man interviewing black kids while Woody Allen watched through one-way glass deciding which to cast in new movie. 24 Apr

I dreamt about Richard Webber from Grey’s Anatomy, but because my sleepy handwriting is so illegible, I have no catalyst to remember why. 23 Apr

I dreamt I walked out of a crappy movie, and found Neil Patrick Harris in the lobby, having done the same. We talked about its crappiness. 23 Apr

I dreamt a famous chef prepared an insanely expensive meal for me and hovered as I tasted. The whimsical food was so good, it made me laugh. 23 Apr

I dreamt Irene and I stole a boatload of secret gov’t docs. Before we could go public, we were caught, given a stern warning, and let go. 23 Apr

I dreamt Irene and I wandered into a restaurant which only sold soup, served in whimsical Willy Wonka style. The soup itself didn’t impress. 22 Apr

I dreamt I swarmed a restaurant with Paul Witcover and other friends to discover tables of tapas. But not enough for all, so it was chaos! 22 Apr

I dreamt I woke to learn my mother had died during the night, then found she’d left a phone message. Her final advice: “Get more sleep.” 22 Apr

I dreamt I ran through dark NYC streets wearing a white and blue superhero costume, my cape fluttering behind me. I don’t remember my name. 22 Apr

I dreamt Nick Nolte was a charismatic cult leader, and a follower killed herself by beating her head against a wall rather than obeying him. 21 Apr

I dreamt that after breaking into an office to track down my parents’ origins, I was pepper sprayed by an agent who said I’d never find out. 20 Apr

I dreamt Len Wein and Marv Wolfman pulled me into a private DC Comics meeting about the company’s plans. (I wish I could remember them!) 20 Apr

I dreamt I watched Stubby Kaye perform a show-stopping number on Broadway, but he had a wretched cold, and so he apologized before he began. 19 Apr

I dreamt I wandered a gallery with a director (forgotten IRL) trying to track down painting by a certain artist, and the curator snubbed us. 17 Apr

I dreamt I stayed at a B&B owned by @lawrenceschimel, who brought me a mug of coffee, which I don’t drink. I wondered how not to insult him. 17 Apr

I dreamt I was contacted by a travel company promoting its round-the-world walking trip, and I tried to figure how I could take a year off. 17 Apr

I dreamt George R. R. Martin appeared on a episode of Chuck as an efficiency expert. (Too bad that dream-to-reality DVR doesn’t exist yet!) 16 Apr

I dreamt I wandered a party at which all that remained of the food was scraps — huge platters filled only with garnish and lettuce bits. 16 Apr

I dreamt I was baffled to be asked to sign a Superman novel I hadn’t written. (And more baffled to see it already signed by Isaac Asimov!) 16 Apr

I dreamt @BrianKeene, rather than blogging, posted daily humorously self-deprecating YouTube videos. The soundtrack? That Benny Hill music. 15 Apr

Now here’s a dream I wish you could have seen — the audio from “Singing in the Rain” mashed up with video from Abbott and Costello movies! 14 Apr

I dreamt I worked for that Mad Men ad agency, only it must have been more modern, because coworkers complained I spent too much time online. 14 Apr

I dreamt my NYC friends (now sleeping under my roof IRL) were debating Italian renaissance architecture (which they’ve never done IRL). 14 Apr

I dreamt I interviewed Jerry Lewis, all choked up over some show biz anniversary. Then @LenWein came by, and they vanished down a mineshaft. 13 Apr

I dreamt I was the Hand of the King, showing off my doubled-bladed ax by swinging it before a crowd that was careful not to get too close. 11 Apr

I dreamt that while waiting for a table at Ben’s, I saw @EllenDatlow in the long line ahead of me. I shouted her name, but she didn’t hear. 10 Apr

I dreamt I was being followed by three guys I knew would mug me, so I hid most of my cash in an air conditioning vent and let it happen. 10 Apr

I dreamt I pontificated to @2muchexposition and others about the Periodic Table of Con Suite Junk Food, from Twizzlers to Swedish fish. 10 Apr

I dreamt I drove to Cape Cod. When I got there, it was cold, foggy, rainy, and unpleasant. I wasn’t dressed for it, so I headed right home. 9 Apr

I dreamt Allan Steele and I sat on the floor of a con suite somewhere, discussing old timey comics. Wish I could remember which ones! 9 Apr

I dreamt that as I roamed a U.S. airport, I was stunned to bump into @CherylMorgan, who explained her problems had been a misunderstanding. 9 Apr

I dreamt Gene Wolfe shut our gas to install a new oven, but I didn’t trust him and we joked about the resulting crater if he made a mistake. 9 Apr

I dreamt I was at a SDCC panel when a young Robert Morse walked in and pointed at me. That’s when I realized my shirt had his 3-D pic on it. 8 Apr

I dreamt a male zombie and a female vampire slept side by side in a cave in coffins. He longed for her, and missed her when she was gone. 8 Apr

I dreamt I was being chased by a pack of wild dogs, and learned that unlike what you might think, playing dead doesn’t help. 8 Apr

I dreamt that while in Florida on the way to Machu Picchu I visited @ColleenLindsay at the 911 call center where she worked as a dispatcher. 7 Apr

I dreamt I wandered a carnival, doing my best to ignore the pleading patter of the barkers, who popped up again and again to block my way. 6 Apr

I dreamt the universes merged, and all my alternate versions fought for survival, resulting in me standing over a big pile of dead Scotts. 6 Apr

I dreamt I got lost driving to a con, ended up a cancer infusion center. Met a woman who felt her session worked best when trains passed by. 5 Apr

I dreamt that when a priest in Rome learned who I was, he asked me whether I’d known Tom Disch, and when I said yes, led me to Tom’s grave. 2 Apr

I dreamt that a cute baby had been left behind in a basket in my shop, and I wondered how long I’d have to wait before raising it as my own. 2 Apr

I dreamt I rented a room from that dysfunctional family in the Showtime TV series Shameless. Life there was _very_ chaotic! 2 Apr