Another month has gone by, so I again gather the dreams I’ve been tweeting to see whether they make any more sense en masse than they do individually. During March, I dreamt of Liam Neeson, James Earl Jones, Ernie Kovacs, Eric Northman, Abraham Lincoln, and—as you’ll see if you read below—many others.

MARCH 2013

I dreamt I sat in a ukulele class and looked down to see I was holding a guitar –and only 15 minutes left, so no time to retrieve my uke! 31 Mar

I dreamt I hopped on a beautiful silver rocket bike, but none of the buttons did anything more than make lights flash. I still had to pedal. 31 Mar

I dreamt I happened to be in a parking lot when Obama and a bunch of kids came out, signed a document of their meeting, then left it behind. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was in Vienna, and in order to mock someone who’d betrayed my friends, I sang him a taunting song in German in a theater lobby. 30 Mar

I dreamt a Beastie Boys-like band was about to record one of my songs at an amusement park, and I waited for the limo to take me there. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was doing a final walk-through with a realtor, making sure everything was ready for our buyers to do _their_ final walk-through. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was in the Marvel Bullpen explaining various ways comics artists make it look like it’s raining — Wite-Out, X-Acto blades, etc. 29 Mar

I dreamt I was in charge of wrangling the entire cast of Babylon 5 at a media con — except for Bruce Boxleitner, who refused to show. 29 Mar

I dreamt the Worldcon was being held in Baltimore, and as I wandered the room parties, I kept repeatedly encountering Mary Turzillo. 29 Mar

I dreamt about telomeres, but … I can’t remember in what context. Was I researching them, having mine extended, eating them? Who knows? 28 Mar

I dreamt I danced at a wedding with @scalzi, @neilhimself, @amandapalmer, @Annaleen + @charliejane, even though I had no idea WHOSE wedding. 27 Mar

I dreamt I’d enrolled in marching band school with SF friends, and we sat around a large table debating which of us would be the drum major. 26 Mar

I dreamt that as I wandered Ocean Parkway, I came across a vendor selling pretzels and pig bladders. Surprisingly, I only bought a pretzel. 26 Mar

I dreamt I wandered over to Charles de Lint at a con to show him my new banjolele, but before I could remove it from its case — I woke! 25 Mar

I dreamt I was visiting my sister-in-law when a freak snowstorm trapped me there, and I wished I was housebound back home instead. 23 Mar

I dreamt I was with old pal Denzel Washington when his dad — James Earl Jones — popped in and we had to hide what we did the night before. 23 Mar

I dreamt I was up for a Stoker Award, but before the winner was announced, we nominees had to take a group photo. I never found out who won. 22 Mar

I dreamt I was back in Blackpool again, strumming George Formby tunes in a big room with my friends. Yet when I woke, I was still here! 21 Mar

I dreamt I explained to Sam Donaldson I planned to spoil Walking Dead‘s finale for a friend who’d once spoiled something important for me. 20 Mar

I dreamt I was back at work, but — come now, subconscious — you couldn’t let me do without for just a few more hours until the real thing? 19 Mar

I dreamt I discovered a celebrity (forgotten now that I’m awake) turned out to be a Scientologist, which resulted in an argument about Xenu. 16 Mar

I dreamt I wandered across a party made up of old friends from high school. But when I approached them, they denied ever having known me. 16 Mar

I dreamt I met Abraham Lincoln, but when we shook hands, he began to float into the air, like the balloon of a child who dropped its string. 14 Mar

I dreamt I was onstage with @CraigEngler being given Lifetime Achievement Awards at the World Fantasy Convention, not sure why we got them. 13 Mar

A note beside my bed tells me of another dream I don’t remember: GLASS NOT WORK. I have NO idea what that was could have been about. 13 Mar

According to a scrawled note by the side of my bed, I dreamt I was Daniel Radcliffe hunted by Liam Neeson … but I have no memory of it! 13 Mar

I dreamt I was foolishly looking at original art while standing next to @IreneVartanoff as she fried food. Watch out for that splatter! 12 Mar

I dreamt a bunch of little kids in tuxedos and gowns flagged me down to tell me, “We accidentally killed someone,” then led me to a body. 12 Mar

I dreamt I was a kid during medieval times, apprenticed to a chef who was impatiently teaching me the right way to roast carrots. 12 Mar

I dreamt I approached Ernie Kovacs, buried up to his neck in the sand of a Parisian beach, to ask for directions to the bust of Steve Ditko. 12 Mar

I dream we were visiting @Shazzypoet‘s husband when she arrived and gave me a book of her poems, heavy as an old bible, rainbow typography. 11 Mar

I dreamt I was hanging at Seth Rogen’s house when a gang of Jersey Shore impersonators showed up and trashed the place. 11 Mar

I dreamt I was at a used car lot, waiting for a salesmen to get free. I hoped it would be Stan Lee, who I saw working there part time. 9 Mar

Lost a dream, as I no longer know what this scribbled night note means: AST ROMANT ACTION FIG DOZENS OF THEM SCORE. Hate when that happens! 7 Mar

I dreamt I was about to write a response to an Adam-Troy Castro essay on Raylan Givens, but woke before my fingers touched the keyboard. 7 Mar

I dreamt @tinytempest and I were by a For Sale sign, and we took down my name as the realtor, replacing it with hers. Then we wandered off. 7 Mar

Dreamt I was eating with @BryanVoltaggio. Dinner at Eleven Madison Park in 4 days and @NextRestaurant in 4 weeks is giving me chef dreams! 5 Mar

I lost one of last night’s dreams because of my crummy handwriting — no idea what [ILLEGIBLE] MOVE LADDER means. Not sparking memories. 5 Mar

I dreamt I was the manager of a rock band, trying unsuccessfully to find them some decent rehearsal space to use as they toured. 5 Mar

I dreamt I leapt from one slippery rock to another to get to the center of a Galapagos pond, but once there, wasn’t sure I could get back. 4 Mar

I dreamt I returned to the Ocean Parkway apartment I lived in as a kid to clear out the zombies so I could live there safely. Wasn’t easy. 4 Mar

I dreamt I was trying to sneak out of a wrestling arena as people were on their feet cheering a dramatic turn, but the crowd would not part. 4 Mar

I dreamt I was True Blood‘s Eric Northman, about to run away from it all on a motorbike with a guy I was attracted to who I’d only just met. 3 Mar

I dreamt I was a black guy with a shaved head who owned a burger joint, but I have no idea what else happened. My night scrawl is illegible. 3 Mar

I dreamt I was offered a job editing a site called SF Limited, which fell apart when I insisted they had to change the name to SF Unlimited. 3 Mar

I dreamt I heard a jazz band warming up outside and ran for my Flip camera to record it. Which I never did. (Tech always fails me in dream.) 1 Mar

I dreamt I was at @NextRestaurant for The Hunt when @BryanVoltaggio walked by and said hi. Not sure whether he was dining or a guest chef. 1 Mar

I dreamt I was a cat padding through a post-apocalyptic world. The King of the Cats had forbidden contact with humans. I planned to disobey. 1 Mar