October was busy, with a visit from friends and three convention trips, which means it was a light month for dreams. Travel and visiting, whether from or to friends, leads to exhaustion, which in turn leads to fewer dreams. But still, I managed to have many guest stars and strange occurances while I slept.

Let’s see, as usual, whether poetry is made when they rub up against each other like this …

October 2013

I dreamt that while I was on the phone with my father, I accidentally shot myself. But don’t worry — it was only a flesh wound! 30 Oct

I dreamt my girlfriend and I were living with a cult, supposedly happy, but talking to each other in code about our plans to soon escape. 28 Oct

I dreamt friends had a baby that — though he was chubby and healthy — was only the size of a hardboiled egg. I was scared to feed him. 27 Oct

I dreamt I lent Eastbound & Down‘s Guy Young a sweater — he put it on inside out, and it immediately started unraveling, trailing threads. 27 Oct

I dreamt there was a problem at the Neb banquet: Someone had forgotten the red noses! So @ColleenLindsay leapt on horseback to save the day. 27 Oct

I’ve lost the details of my dreams. But there was one about BBQ. And one about dumping leftover pain meds. And one about a con suite. Sigh. 25 Oct

I dreamt I ran to the roof of an apartment, feeling hunted. Then mercury oozed up though my feet, bursting out the top of my head. I woke! 24 Oct

I dreamt I took my son to see “On the Twentieth Century,” but though the curtain rose and the actors came out, no one ever started singing. 24 Oct

I dreamt I watched an episode of Dr. Phil in which viewers had to ID a superhero from art — I scrawled Barry Allen/The Flash on a postcard. 24 Oct

I dreamt I was a walking corpse, showing the disfiguring signs of my death, standing in a line with similar others waiting to be judged. 23 Oct

I dreamt I was a woman diagnosed with cancer. In response, I dragged my boyfriend to an official and said, “I want to marry my husband.” 22 Oct

I dreamt a historic European opera house was being taken apart brick by brick, transported to the U.S., and reassembled in our backyard. 22 Oct

Sadly, I lost one of my dreams because I can no longer decipher this middle-of-the-night scrawl: MTA [UNINTELLIGIBLE] PAPERS. 21 Oct

I dreamt that I accidentally walked between the camera and the President as Obama was being interviewed on live TV. Oddly, no one minded. 21 Oct

I dreamt I hiked downtown in Manhattan and ended up at the Shopsins counter, where I found @Gachatz sitting next to me. We talked … food. 18 Oct

I dreamt I stood on the steps of a mansion, and Albert Brooks skipped toward me, singing. Followed by Groucho Marx, who was doing the same. 17 Oct

I dreamt we were stripping our possessions from our former house getting ready to sell. But we weren’t sure we wanted to go through with it. 17 Oct

I dreamt I was being chased through subway tunnels by the minions of a serial killer like that guy from The Following. But I got away. 17 Oct

I dreamt I worked with Peter Jennings, and when he called for a hat, I handed him one of those weird upside down flowerpots DEVO wore. 16 Oct

I dreamt a friend who didn’t own a credit card asked me to charge a repair for her, but as I sensed I wouldn’t get reimbursed, I demurred. 15 Oct

I dreamt I went to a school with Paul Di Filippo to watch him put on a soccer demonstration for the kids — and he had moves like Beckham! 14 Oct

I dreamt we stopped in a small town for a car repair, and after I went for a test drive, I couldn’t figure out how to get back to my wife. 14 Oct

I dreamt I assembled parts I’d found of an alien device. Once activated, it emitted a fungus which grew in an ever-widening circle. I ran! 14 Oct

I dreamt I was flying home from I have no idea where and needed to change planes in Uxmal. Which from what I remember, has no airport. 13 Oct

I dreamt I sat poolside strumming “Chinese Laundry Blues,” my feet in the pool, all the while thinking, this CAN’T be good for my uke. 11 Oct

I dreamt I was one of two men who were rivals for the same woman, and I said, “If it’s a choice between who’s the better guy, I lose.” 10 Oct

I dreamt that as I wandered an indeterminate city, I came across an apparently endless trail of cookies, as if laid by Hansel and Gretel. 9 Oct

I dreamt that I was, for some unknown reason, drafted to do on-air introductions for segments of an NBC Sunday morning news show. Why me? 8 Oct

I dreamt I boarded a plane home from the UK, napped, then woke on a bus … still in the UK! Baffled, I tried to figure out how and why. 8 Oct

I dreamt I was at a science fiction convention in the UK I eventually had to flee because the fog of cigarette smoke was just too thick. 7 Oct

I dreamt I was on a bus overseas when a gang climbed aboard and stole all our passports at gunpoint. I got a replacement quick, though. 6 Oct

I dream I ended up at a late night after dinner party attended by every famous chef I’ve ever heard of, and I looked around gobsmacked. 6 Oct

I dreamt that as I walked the road in front of my property, the neo-Nazi gang from Breaking Bad ambled by and asked if they could hunt here. 4 Oct

I dreamt @seananmcguire was about to give a presentation, and dealt cards and handed out chess pieces to the audience, I know not why. 4 Oct

I dreamt that as a school bus made its rounds, I was being towed behind in a wheeled office chair. The driver tossed out sacks of detergent. 4 Oct

I dreamt that in an alternate universe I tried to explain to a smitten couple that in my universe they never met, but they wouldn’t believe. 4 Oct

I dreamt @RoseFox was in top hat, white tie and tails, and I wore … something. We hunted for a mirror so we could see what we looked like. 3 Oct

I dreamt John Kessel visited with a large dog, but I had to step away briefly to underwrite a loan. Sadly, when I returned, he was gone. 3 Oct

I dreamt a chef was pouring a 106-year-old wine, and I don’t drink alcohol in real life, but thought … for that, I’ll make an exception. 3 Oct