A new month has begun, so it’s time to corral all of the previous month’s dreams that I shared on Twitter and see what sense they make when placed in close proximity. There are far fewer dreams below than in any other month since I started doing this, for which I blame our recent vacation in Santiago and Easter Island. Due to exhaustion, many of my dreams effervesced upon waking and could not be recorded … which for someone with an active dream life like mine is unsettling.

In any case, check out last month’s dreams, which included guest appearances from Philip Seymour Hoffman, Robert Silverberg, Robert Blake, and many others …

February 2014


I dreamt I found Michael Swanwick, Gardner Dozois and others on a looong line, but never found the front, or learned why they were waiting. Feb 28 


I dreamt I arrived at a church where I was volunteering, saw others on hands and knees scrubbing the sidewalk, and thought, “this is bogus.”
 Feb 28 



I dream I bumped into Nancy Kress, who forced $20 on me, claimed it was payment for a photo, then ran off, leaving me totally baffled. 
Feb 28 



I dreamt (for no discernible reason) that Robert Blake was dressed like a bishop, and kept tripping as he walked down the street. Strange.
 Feb 27 



I dreamt I was Santa, but instead of riding ON the sleigh, I’d fallen off and was being dragged behind. And the damn reindeer wouldn’t stop!
 Feb 27 



I dreamt it was in the old timey days, and I was riding the rails with my boss, and there was foreshadowing that there’d be a train robbery.
 Feb 27 


I dreamt an old lady stopped me on the street and asked me to play “Good Night, Irene” on my ukulele. I said — Are you sure? It’s so SAD! 
Feb 27 



I dreamt I rowed furiously across a stormy ocean until I hit land. But I soon realized I’d come to rest on the back of a huge sea creature!
 Feb 26 



I dreamt Paul Witcover and I had discovered a cache of badly drawn Western comics from the ’50s, but were managing to enjoy them anyway. 
Feb 25 



I dreamt I was to receive a juggling trophy, but I was late for the ceremony because @IreneVartanoff had trouble getting through security.
 Feb 25 



I dreamt I was at a modeling agency expressing doubts about their plans for my daughter, so the owner flew into a rage and threw me out.
 Feb 25 



I dreamt I was back in Chile, but rather than wandering Santiago streets, I was walking down the middle of a highway, dodging traffic.
 Feb 24 



I dreamt I visited Paul Di Filippo, and he was just napping, napping, napping, so I read through his old magazines waiting for him to wake.
 Feb 24 


I dreamt Patrick O’Leary and I visited a tiny bookstore so dark we had to use the light from our iPhones to peruse the books on the shelves.
 Feb 22 



I dreamt I returned home to find a baby bulldog and ferret had gotten inside. The bulldog was affectionate, but the ferret bared its teeth.
 Feb 21 


I dreamt I was on the phone with Robert Silverberg, helping him refinance. Rates scrolled by on my screen, and I tried to grab the lowest.
 Feb 19 


I dreamt I was shoveling snow from my driveway. The REAL snow from my REAL driveway. What kind of wasted dream is that?
 Feb 17 



I dreamt there was a guy with whom I had a connection to feel each other’s pain. As we were about to fight, I thought, “This’ll be weird.”
 Feb 17 



I dreamt I wandered a street fair not really enjoying it because I was squinting at the sun and wishing I’d remembered my sunglasses.
 Feb 16 


I dreamt a group of us at a uke camp were attempting to play “Boil Them Cabbage Down” but lost our way, even though it’s a VERY simple song.
 Feb 16 


I dreamt I was in a long line leaving Russia when an official swooped in, took my passport, vanished. I feared he wouldn’t return in time.
 Feb 16 


I dreamt @EllenDatlow was decluttering and dumped a huge stack of magazines on a freebie table at a con. I looked, but already had them all. 
Feb 15 



I dreamt I dueted on “I Could Have Danced All Night” with Philip Seymour Hoffman, but even with sheet music, I kept forgetting the words.
 Feb 15 


I dreamt I’d been slipped a psychotropic drug, and in the midst of my hallucinations, Batman was telling me I needed to vomit it out.
 Feb 15 



I dreamt I was a gopher in an old timey Miami hotel, bringing sandwich platters to dark-suited gangsters who couldn’t eat before the boss.
 Feb 14