I know that what you’re really waiting for is my write-up on dinner at Noma, but I came back from Copenhagen under the weather, and my brain’s not ready for it yet. So instead, while I wait for my strength to return, here are the dreams I had last month, as originally shared over on Twitter.

Last month, I dreamt of Paul Newman, Stan Lee, Walter White, Fritz Leiber, and many others …

March 2015

I dreamt that while I was having dinner at @NextRestaurant, @Gachatz wandered through, recording us all for a documentary project of his. Mar 29

I dreamt that after helping Stan Lee sift through movie pitches in Brooklyn, I stepped out onto a dark McDonald Avenue and headed home. Mar 29

I dreamt my mother and I had an intense argument, only ending when she put out a lit cigarette on my arm. But she doesn’t smoke any more! Mar 27

I dreamt my father — long dead in real life — dug up all the plants in our garden and rearranged them, much to the annoyance of my wife. Mar 27

I dreamt I was in Italy with my grandmother — long dead in real life — who told me that my mother — still alive in real life — was dead. Mar 27

I dreamt old Paul Newman, natty in a three-piece suit, got all choked up while telling me he thought my mother, his friend, would die soon. Mar 26

I dreamt I picked up an old woman who was hitchhiking, and got completely lost while trying to get her to her destination. Apologies ensued. Mar 26

I dreamt that while tutoring a kid in a preschool I spotted stacks of extremely well-read early Marvels and ACGs. Made it hard to focus! Mar 26

I dreamt I was both a character on Walking Dead AND me at home watching it, reliving Rick dying over and over again as I kept rewinding. Mar 22

I dreamt I was wandering the perimeter of a vast pool, trying to find the clubhouse and then the exit so I could go home. I never did. Mar 22

Some dreams flitted by so fast last night all I remember are fragments — a sesame seed bagel, Rolling Stone magazine, Irving Forbush … Mar 21

I dreamt I heard a woman who grew up in the “free love” ’60s bemoan the fact her daughter HADN’T had sex yet. “Kids these days” in reverse! Mar 21

I dreamt I spotted the entire staff of @nomacph hanging out in front of a bagel shop. Guess my coming dinner there is REALLY on my mind! Mar 20

I dreamt we moved into a new home, and after examining with joy the placement of the furniture, I looked out smiling at our endless acreage. Mar 19

I dreamt I was a journalist embedded with protesters to cover their demonstration, but woke without ever learning WHAT they were protesting. Mar 19

I dreamt I was driving to Austin, but when I got near enough to see the city in the distance, I realized I’d driven to Houston by mistake! Mar 18

I dreamt I got off a train in a small town where everyone wore only blacks, whites, and greys. I was the only one wearing colorful clothing. Mar 18

I dreamt that I arrived at my parents for a visit, opened my suitcase and found it was FILLED ONLY WITH CANDY. And I’d forgotten my ukulele! Mar 18

I dreamt I lived in a post-apocalyptic compound, depressing myself wondering whether there’d ever be anything more than mere survival. Mar 17

I dreamt I almost shot three zombies but luckily stopped in time when I realized they were only kids dressed as zombies for Halloween. Whew! Mar 17

I dreamt I broke into an extremely sophisticated tap dance while singing “Pennies from Heaven.” But I don’t know HOW to tap dance! Mar 17

I dreamt I reminisced with Harlan Ellison about our dead mutual friends. There were many of them. Somehow, we didn’t make ourselves morose. Mar 17

I lost a dream because my middle-of-the-night note intended to be a catalyst to memory has an illegible word: TOO MUCH CANDY – NO [?] DINNER Mar 16

I dreamt I opened my uke case to find its neck had snapped, and was dangling at the end of loose strings. I searched for someone to fix it. Mar 16

In a dream, someone gave me this odd advice: “Look for your FedEx receipt, and when you find it, you will find the thing you have lost.” Mar 16

I dreamt I visited a friend whose marmoset wrapped itself around my wrist like a bracelet and remained there snugly for the entire visit. Mar 15

I dreamt the airport terminal I was at was filled with long freezers, as if it was both an airport AND a supermarket. Which didn’t seem odd. Mar 15

I dreamt I was at a wedding no one thought should take place, eating extremely disgusting banquet food, waiting for fireworks to begin. Mar 14

I dreamt I was Breaking Bad‘s Jesse Pinkman, locked away in rehab, and Walter White showed up to pull an elaborate con and break me out. Mar 14

I dreamt I rode a packed N train, and pulled into a station to find hundreds more on the platform waiting to push in. But there was no room! Mar 12

I dreamt I worked for Tony Danza, my job being to make sure people recognized him. Only, I kept saying: Don’t you remember him from Cheers? Mar 12

I dreamt I bumped into a wandering Fritz Leiber at @readercon, thought for a moment, “Aren’t you dead?” But then I helped him find his room. Mar 11

I dreamt a spotted someone in NYC lugging ukuleles, and then looked down and saw I had mine, too. But it was raining, so we couldn’t strum. Mar 11

I dreamt @alexirvine said his agent found my work “loosely constructed.” I said — POORLY constructed, maybe. But loosely constructed? Nah. Mar 11

I dreamt I tried to dress in the morning, but couldn’t, because my house was filled with clothes I’d thrown out long ago. A weird haunting? Mar 10

I dreamt I watched a music video of Teddy Roosevelt singing a love song to his wife, while thinking — this can’t be real … can it? Mar 10

I dreamt I helped my (dead IRL) friend Robert Freedman buy food for the post-funeral gathering of a joint friend. Was nice to see Bob again. Mar 10

I dreamt I was having dinner with Robert Silverberg and Karen Haber at @NextRestaurant, and the menu that night was Vietnamese. Mar 10

I dreamt I kept going to the store again and again and again intending to buy butter but instead kept returning home with everything but. Mar 10

I dreamt I walked past strangers at a con, and overheard them say about me, “Is that the one who … ?” The one who what? The one who WHAT? Mar 8

I dreamt I was the producer of a live TV show trying to remove a recalcitrant guest. Her husband attacked me, so I tossed him off a balcony. Mar 8

I dreamt the wind blew a thick manuscript out of @Nalo_Hopkinson‘s hands, and I flung myself atop the pages to prevent them from scattering. Mar 8

I dreamt @neilhimself read a story to my son, who in dream was a toddler, and kept interrupting. But Neil was patient, and played along. Mar 2

I dreamt I was wandering the aisles at Comic-Con when I bumped into old boss @LenWein, who told me about the novels he’s writing (not IRL). Mar 2