If you’re bothering to read this now, you likely already know—I have a very active dream life. The more involved ones get reported on LiveJournal, while the ones that can be summed up briefly are being sent out into the world via Twitter. But since those near-daily tweets seem far too ephemeral, I’ve been collecting them in one place.

So here are the messages my subconscious sent to me last month. Were you with me when I slept?

I dreamt I was trying to steal a secret family recipe from one of the Babylon 5 aliens so I could cook the dish to impress his daughter. 7:51 AM Feb 28th

I dreamt I was wandering NY with Jeff Garlin looking for his favorite nut shop, and as we did so I found a pen I had lost many years before. 8:27 AM Feb 27th

I dreamt I was wandering the WTC (the WTC of now, not of then) shirtless, barefoot, in search of both shoes and shirt, never finding either. 7:50 AM Feb 27th

I dreamt I was hanging with Dad in a comics shop as a woman rode by on a bike with a chrome animal skull for handlebars. So I snapped a pic. 7:48 AM Feb 27th

I dreamt I could hear Paul Di Filippo cry out for help after he got stuck spelunking in a cave under his RI home, so I went in to save him. 7:40 AM Feb 27th

I dreamt I tried to show Martin Morse Wooster a young photo of him I’d found, but as with all dream tech, I couldn’t get my laptop to work. 8:40 AM Feb 25th

I dreamt I worked in a science-fiction bookshop that published its own magazine. Also working the store that day: Jenn Reese and Mark Kelly. 7:52 AM Feb 23rd

I dreamt I sat in a alley petting a dog who only moved in slow motion. And when I tried to abandon it, Stephen Colbert wouldn’t let me go. 7:47 AM Feb 23rd

I dreamt Cory Doctorow told me someone sent me a coded message via an ad in the NYT, but when I tried to decipher the gibberish, I woke. 7:32 AM Feb 22nd

I dreamt about Cory Doctorow and Neil Gaiman, but don’t know why. Only their names are decipherable from my middle-of-the-night scribbling. 7:28 AM Feb 21st

I dreamt I had tickets to the Tony Awards, but was running late, and could hear the orchestra start to play while still checking my coat. 6:52 AM Feb 20th

I dreamt I was a doctor comforting the mother of a friend after he’d committed suicide by stabbing himself with a pen while in my hospital. 6:49 AM Feb 20th

I dreamt I was Joseph Fiennes in FlashForward, but behaving as if I was in V, and blowing up alien strongholds with bombs hidden in books. 6:46 AM Feb 20th

I dreamt I was having dinner with Martin Scorsese, and he told of his new film about a gun’s many owners. Also at the table? Groucho Marx. 7:20 AM Feb 19th

I dreamt I walked through the streets of Brooklyn while talking to my mother on my cell about fanzines I once published, but only in dream. 7:17 AM Feb 19th

I dreamt kindergarten pal Robert Freedman had been jailed for being too coy with the TSA, and his cell was overflowing with cheese doodles. 7:36 AM Feb 18th

I dreamt Irene shouted “Look! People filking!” I turned to see a parking garage filled with laughing kids, inflatable castles and an alien. 7:54 AM Feb 16th

I dreamt Bob Silverberg wrote a story in which someone won $1,000,000 in the lottery, so fans besieged him with tickets. Which he refused. 7:50 AM Feb 16th

I lost two dreams by scribbling my middle-of-the-night notes one atop the other, and now I’m unable to separate what should be memory aids. 8:12 AM Feb 15th

I dreamt I was trapped in a colorful Jerry Lewis comic book drawn by Neal Adams, and pestered by Lewis’ extremely annoying nephew Renfrew. 7:56 AM Feb 15th

I dreamt I appeared on the Daily Show at Xmas, and presented Jon Stewart with a fruit cake and (for some reason) a package of corn removers. 7:49 AM Feb 15th

I dreamt that a friend of mine had strapped a model of the Enterprise to her back like a jetpack and was using it to fly around the room. 8:25 AM Feb 13th

I dreamt that friends of mine, who in the waking world are looking for a place to live, had moved into a train car only one seat wide. 8:23 AM Feb 13th

I dreamt that while driving through Ranson WV, I came across my son resting with his bicycle in the rotary, and offered him a ride home. 8:21 AM Feb 13th

I dreamt I witnessed a shoplifting at a 7-Eleven, followed by a complete episode of Law & Order about the prosecution. For a bag of chips! 8:06 AM Feb 12th

I dreamt a coworker threw away art to an old fanzine of mine. Could it have been from reading a similar scene in F. Paul Wilson’s new novel? 9:06 AM Feb 11th

I dreamt I was the Clark Kent from the series Smallville, and using my powers to play vengeful pranks on sexual harassers around the office. 9:02 AM Feb 11th

I dreamt I was mistaken for a famous gamer and pushed in front of a console, where I tried (and failed) to pretend I knew what I was doing. 8:12 AM Feb 10th

I dreamt my parents broke up my sister’s romance with her boyfriend. The dream result? She never married; he turned into a hunted terrorist. 8:10 AM Feb 10th

I dreamt that in order to protect me from some unknown threat, the police covered me with a blanket so heavy I was crushed, and cried out. 8:07 AM Feb 10th

I dreamt I was at Comic-Con with others dressed in the same unidentifiable superhero costume when a store owner yelled at us for loitering. 8:21 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I was in front a huge convention crowd introducing Sheila Williams when Gardner Dozois grabbed my microphone and pulled a Kanye. 8:18 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I’d agreed to take over as the editor of Locus, but only after I quit my job did I nervously remember to ask how much it would pay. 8:16 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I was having dinner at the home of an elderly African American woman I didn’t know, and was surprised when she lit Sabbath candles. 8:12 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I was at an SF con hotel with an unusual elevator problem — the cars were only 5′ tall, so we had to crouch in order to use them. 8:11 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I was living in an apartment in Japan, my fuse blew, and I had to wander a cluttered basement in the dark to find and replace it. 8:01 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt I wandered the streets of NY to photograph every storefront about which I retained a memory and then caption for a odd art project. 7:57 AM Feb 9th

I dreamt that True Blood was taken off TV and now going to start screening in theatres only, but none of you were willing to go with me. 8:02 AM Feb 8th

I dreamt that while wandering a hotel, I was surprised by a con in progress. I know why Steve Jones was there — but why was Steve Martin? 7:58 AM Feb 8th

I dreamt that, though there was the same 30″ blanket of snow outside as in real life, I was sprinkling grass seed on top and watering it in. 8:56 AM Feb 7th

I dreamt I was planning an extremely complex trip to Canada that had nothing to do with conventions or museums. It was only about the food. 8:51 AM Feb 7th

I dreamt I peered in a gallery window at a Picasso being sold to a private collector, never again to be seen by mere mortals, and mourning. 8:48 AM Feb 7th

I dreamt that after I tried to steal Neil Patrick Harris’ car, he chased me across an airport’s runways and hit me in the head with a yo-yo. 8:43 AM Feb 7th

I dreamt Rose from Lost, to thank me for a favor I’d done, presented me with a record album, the cover of which was filled with shamrocks. 7:42 AM Feb 5th

I dreamt I saw a flatbed truck moving a house pull in front of another identical house, and then the first fell over and crushed the second. 7:38 AM Feb 5th

I dreamt my boss called an important departmental meeting and I was the only one who showed. He was so pissed off he continued anyway. 7:41 AM Feb 4th

I dreamt I bumped into Geoff Landis and Mary Turzillo, and we headed off for dinner, which included a platter of steaks bigger than my head. 7:33 AM Feb 4th

I dreamt I’d created an algae that would feed the world, and showed it off to my brother by pouring its slow-moving sludge into a glass. 7:30 AM Feb 4th

I dreamt I was behind a table at BEA, autographing while sharing book-signing horror stories with fellow authors such as Frederick Forsyth. 7:31 AM Feb 3rd

I dreamt I was running away from Patty Hewes, ended up bumping into someone far more dangerous, and had to run back to her for protection. 7:42 AM Feb 2nd

I dreamt I starred as Edgar Allan Poe in a one-man show. My venue? A comic-book shop, its shelves overflowing with comics, fanzines and art. 7:23 AM Feb 1st