As I told you the last time I gathered my dreams, I seem to be remembering fewer of them these days. It isn’t that I’m not having them—I continue to stir in the night aware I’m rising out of dreams—but between the time I reach consciousness and reach for a pen, the dreams mostly dissipate. My hold on them has for some reason weakened.

I’m not sure what that means. I only know that instead of up to seven dreams harvested a night, I’m down to one, if that. Which is why it’s been three months since I’ve bothered pulling them together like this to see whether there’s any sort of theme running through them.

In any case, this time around, my dreams featured guest stars Marilyn Monroe, Miley Cyrus, Jon-Erik Hexum, Lee Remick, George R. R. Martin, and more …

October 2016

I dreamt I tried to convince Ted Chiang to teach a workshop, and stuffing my face with cake at the same time, so he couldn’t understand me. Oct 31

I dreamt I wandered NYC looking for pie. Cherry pie. But it was eternally elusive, and I — sniff! — woke before I could find any. Oct 29

I dreamt I was kidnapped in some unspecified foreign country, and brought to meet a drug warlord, who turned out to be … Miley Cyrus. Oct 24

I dreamt Somtow Sucharitkul interviewed me about Japan, and all my answers were required to be in Japanese. (The interview did not go well.) Oct 23

I dreamt I was out at a restaurant eating a big bowl of Spider Soup, and complaining it contained too many noodles and not enough spiders. Oct 22

I dreamt I’d volunteered for a one-way trip to Neptune, but in the final days before launch, I was starting to have second thoughts. Oct 22

I dreamt an episode I’d written of The Untouchables was about to air, and I was wandering around a con looking for a TV so I could watch. Oct 21

I dreamt I caught a baby’s car seat as it was falling down the stairs, but the baby slipped out and continued plummeting. Not a nice dream. Oct 12

I dreamt Gordon Van Gelder and I were lobbying Congress to pass laws helping out independent bookstores. Don’t know whether we succeeded. Oct 2

September 2016

I dreamt we saw a ham walking down the street … which we realized was a kid DRESSED like a ham heading to appear in To Kill a Mockingbird. Sep 29

I dreamt I went with my father as he shopped for clothes, and everything he tried on was HIDEOUS. So not like him. He was a snappy dresser. Sep 22

I dreamt @dreamoforgonon ran a bakery in the Village. I bought an ornate cake for my wife, which I had trouble transporting home unscathed. Sep 19

I dreamt medieval cosplayers wandered my backyard, eating my fruits and vegetables, refusing to see me because I wasn’t in old timey garb. Sep 16

I dreamt I wandered the Star Trek: The Next Generation universe while wearing a hand puppet of Commander William Riker. Why? I have no idea! Sep 14

I dreamt I was ready to be released from a hospital after knee surgery but would only be allowed to leave if I could beat a nurse in a race. Sep 13

I dreamt I was discussing a budget for a new TV show with friends when Jon-Erik Hexum leaned in to correct us on how much it actually cost. Sep 12

I dreamt I was at a party with Marilyn Monroe, and then came home with a dog. And honestly, the latter is far more unlikely than the former. Sep 9

I dreamt a herd of capybara ran through my house, and wherever they stepped, tall bamboo would immediately burst up behind them. Sep 9

I dreamt I was about to crack open an ancient burial urn, and for some reason extremely worried that an horrific explosion would ensue. Sep 1

I dreamt I was hanging out with Harlan Ellison when Robert Silverberg dropped by and showed us how to hide valuables in hollow table legs. Sep 1

August 2016

I dreamt I spent the day building tiny robots which fit in the palms of our hands with @pnh and @tnielsenhayden. Then we went out for BBQ. Aug 31

I dreamt I lived in a small town and had to move because I’d performed a miracle, and everybody was now pestering me, demanding I do more. Aug 30

I dreamt I chatted with Ginjer Buchanan about attending the 1982 Knoxville World’s Fair, and our plans for attending the NEXT World’s Fair. 29

I dreamt I brought kimchi to share with the audience at a panel, then felt bad because I added crushed peanuts, so it was allergic for some. Aug 28

I dreamt I sat in the front row of a Broadway theater with George R. R. Martin watching final rehearsals for the Game of Thrones musical. Aug 27

I dreamt I was in the world of Game of Thrones, trying to save the live of another. I failed, survived, and ended up covered in their blood. Aug 24

I dreamt I was editing SF Age again, only this time the boss was a retired judge who managed in robes. And insisted all men grow mustaches. Aug 23

I dreamt a post-apocalyptic movie in which a bloody Lee Remick nursed Martin Landau, who was her son, back from the brink of death. Aug 12

I dreamt my wife and I were much older and in an assisted living facility … and an aide popped by to ask us what we wanted for dinner. Aug 10

I dreamt I was at a con in China sitting around talking science fiction with some Chinese writers. I wish I could remember what we said! Aug 4