Time to once more round up a whole month’s dreams from Twitter and see whether a theme can be found running through them. I haven’t discovered one yet in this or any other month, save that pop culture has rooted firmly in my subconscious, but who knows, something more meaningful might pop up yet.

Last month’s guest stars included Key and Peele, George Segal, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Christopher Lee, and more …

JANUARY 2015

I dreamt I wandered the streets of NYC with Jon Stewart, who showed me that there were now free buffets at all train stations and bus stops. Jan 30

I dreamt I listened as Stephen Jones and @effjayem coedited Famous Science Fiction Stories Inspired by Other Famous Science Fiction Stories. Jan 30

I dreamt I topped a sand dune to find a Great Gatsby-type party below on the beach. I played darts in one of the tents with a society dame. Jan 29

I dreamt my boss was Barry Malzberg and he had difficulty telling me I wasn’t getting a raise I expected. We swapped morgue stories instead. Jan 27

I dreamt I somehow gained Flash-like powers and used them to run all over NYC and take revenge on bullies. My father … was George Segal. Jan 27

I dreamt I was explaining the plot of Of Mice and Men (in which I once starred IRL) to two good old boys and trying very hard to not to cry. Jan 27

I dreamt a baker friend offered me one of her gourmet cookies, but whenever I’d lift one, all the tantalizing toppings would fall off. Nooo! Jan 26

I dreamt my wife and I were on opposite sides of a wide NYC avenue, and she shouted not to forget the ham. So I trudged the city, searching. Jan 26

I dreamt I was in a hospital, debating with friends the ripeness of carrots. Having never eaten an unripe carrot, no idea what that means. Jan 24

I dreamt my mother opened and read a letter from my son which seemed to be extremely important. Sadly, I woke before learning its contents. Jan 23

I dreamt I wasn’t allowed into a movie junket because the gatekeeper — creepy Jonah Ryan from Veep — believed I’d breach confidentiality. Jan 23

I dreamt I picked up a shirt from the laundry, and it didn’t fit. The tag said it belonged to @neilhimself! Went on a quest to return it. Jan 21

I dreamt I ran a movie theater in the old timey mountains, and customers were paying for their tickets with moonshine and live raccoons. Jan 21

I dreamt my comrades and I were captured by Nazis, tied to chairs, locked in a room. Then those vicious Nazis … fed us Dagwood sandwiches. Jan 21

I fear I’ve lost a dream because I’m unable to interpret the meaning of this middle-of-the-night note: LITTLE GIRL DR PHIL [ILLEGIBLE] Jan 20

In one of my oddest dreams, I was Grey’s Anatomy‘s Dr. Catherine Avery, and @neiltysonn was trying to impress me with gross medical stories. Jan 20

I dreamt I worked at Marvel, where I wrote an internal memo on varying reprint fees we paid, then realized we’d be in trouble if it got out. Jan 19

I dreamt that while teaching at Clarion, overlapping with @2muchexposition, I paused to chat with @lizargall. Which made it a two-Liz dream! Jan 19

I dreamt many of my friends, including @keffy, were trapped in Denmark, and I was back home working the Internet trying to get them home. Jan 19

I dreamt I was watching a TV news report on dim sum, and suddenly the screen flickered, and I could reach through and grab some for myself! Jan 19

I dreamt I was at a Harry Potter con with @ceciliatan, taking part in a competition. Whichever school built a fire that lasted longest won! Jan 18

I’ve lost one of my dreams because this middle-of-the-night note no longer conjures memories: IN CROWD OUTSIDE MACHINE [ILLEGIBLE] Jan 17

I dreamt I was hired by DC Comics — along with Carol Pinchefsky, who told me she’d quit her first time there due to sexist treatment. Jan 17

I dreamt Mike Zipser said he smuggled a grenade home from overseas. “Why not mail it?” I asked. “Where would be the fun in that?” he said. Jan 17

I dreamt I drove in my Jeep to the top of a skyscraper so tall that when I stepped out I fell to my knees due to the thinness of the air. Jan 17

I dreamt I went to a screening of Guardians of the Galaxy 2 — starring Christopher Lee! — and a friend wouldn’t shut up. Had to walk out. Jan 17

I dreamt I was in a Texas Jewish deli, explaining to locals the ways in which New Yorkers from Brooklyn, Queens and Manhattan are different. Jan 16

I dreamt I awoke, my soul having travelled through time into my body, and kept asking my wife what year it was. How far back had I gone? Jan 16

I dreamt I was back working at Marvel Comics, where my job consisted of tearing blank pages off humongous rolls and handing them to artists. Jan 16

No idea whether this scrawled middle-of-the-night note was a dream or a story idea: BOY MCMILLAN JUNE IS UKING CHEAP RAZOR TWELVE DAYS Jan 13

I dreamt I overheard Gardner Dozois telling Ellen Datlow an anthology of his had sold 1,000,000 copies. I wish I remembered which one! Jan 13

I dreamt I was a survivor in a zombie apocalypse, pulling together a team for a cross-country quest for Louis Armstrong’s original trumpet. Jan 13

I dreamt I dodged laser beams, leapt behind a barrier, and could feel stray blasts singeing off parts of me that weren’t hidden. So I woke! Jan 13

I dreamt I tried to heat a mug of coffee for a friend using my Searzall, and even as I was doing it, I was thinking … this won’t end well. Jan 11

I dreamt that while wandering through the halls of a convention, I turned a corner and bumped into Hal Clement, almost knocking him down. Jan 11

I dreamt I woke in an office complex which eventually turned out to be a habitat created by aliens to study humans they’d stolen from Earth. Jan 9

I dreamt I saw a kid tackled by an old timey usher in a movie theater, intervened, and volunteered to be his witness for the lawsuit. Jan 9

I dreamt that while walking the treadmill, my leg began gushing blood, but I refused to stop. I bandaged myself while walking, and went on. Jan 9

I dreamt that while riding a motorcycle (which I don’t own IRL), it began to rain, so I erected a large tent around myself and kept rolling. Jan 8

I dreamt I moved to NY and worked in an office with Key and Peele and Hurley from Lost. No idea what our jobs were, but oh what fun we had! Jan 7

I dreamt I met a Japanese couple, the woman dressed like Hello Kitty and the man dressed like a maid, who said they worked in a cat cafe. Jan 6

I dreamt that when my Iron Man action figure broke, I took it for repair to where one should go for things like that — the Marvel Bullpen. Jan 5

I dreamt that as a historic building was demolished, @mrbelm, @bdianemartin, and I broke in to rescue furniture before the wrecking ball. Jan 5

I dreamt I was teaching a writing workshop when Gene Wilder’s assistant showed up with a few well-worn books of mine he wanted autographed. Jan 5

I dreamt my doctor was Oliver Queen, who was surprised I recovered so well from my (never specified) injuries, since I’d refused drugs. Jan 4

I dreamt I watched SNL with a friend whose friend was on that episode, but all I kept noticing was Jack Gilford in the background crowds. Jan 4

I dreamt a clothing store clerk said her customers were depressed, and I explained buying clothes was as depressing as going to the dentist. Jan 4

I dreamt I was chatting with an art gallery owner while reading the artist bios — and shocked because I’m NEVER able to read in dream! Jan 4

I dreamt I was in a gangster war, with machine guns. The other side didn’t care we got their guys, but surrendered once we shot their cars. Jan 3

Last night, I dreamt I taught Peggy Olson that special orders don’t upset us. http://www.scottedelman.com/2015/01/02/in-which-i-teach-peggy-olson-that-special-orders-dont-upset-us/ Jan 2

I dreamt I was Frank Sinatra, singing “My Way” outside a church, then morphed into the other members of the Rat Pack, continuing the song. Jan 1