Work, the holiday weekend, and multiple overnight guests prevented me from posting my roundup of dream tweets from last month, and as I peruse the list below, I find that many of them surprise me, leaving me thinking, “Did I really dream that?” Maybe I should always wait longer before collecting them, so they seem as strange to me as they might seem to you.

In any case, I dreamt about Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Stephen Colbert, David Tennant, Cory Doctorow, and who knows, maybe you …

June 2011

I dreamt I gave myself a crappy haircut, with a reverse Mohawk that went sideways from ear to ear, and I asked @tinytempest to fix me up. 30 Jun

I dreamt I climbed to the roof of a school via a ladder bolted to the side of the building and discovered Stephen Colbert being interviewed. 29 Jun

I dreamt I took a bus to a church, but before I could exit, a priest came and blessed the bus, which promptly turned around and headed home. 29 Jun

I dreamt I wore an old timey spacesuit, and got both my head and arm stuck inside the helmet. I tried to extricate myself as Irene watched. 29 Jun

I dreamt I was having dinner with George R.R. Martin and Connie Willis when the first copy of the last book in his series arrived for him. 28 Jun

I dreamt I was trying (and failing) to find Irene in the Chicago Loop area, fruitlessly jumping on and off elevated trains calling her name. 27 Jun

I dreamt I surreptitiously recorded a performance of a play. The management threatened me, but the actors were thrilled and wanted copies. 27 Jun

I dreamt I dropped by an office I haven’t worked at since 1996. My old coworkers handed me memos and expected me to get right back to work. 26 Jun

I dreamt I watched a Big Bang Theory episode with Larry King. I grew angry because he complimented the leads but failed to mention my cameo. 25 Jun

I dreamt Peter O’Toole was performing the Eucharist, and even though I’m Jewish, I was tempted to partake, because, hey, it’s Peter O’Toole! 25 Jun

I dreamt I was at Readercon watching the crowd file in for the Kirk Polands, and when I turned to take a seat of my own … none were left! 25 Jun

I dreamt I wandered outside a deserted mall — no cars or people in the lot — trying locked doors to escape the zombies I knew were coming. 24 Jun

I dreamt I received a book of John Kessel essays in the mail, and when I opened it, he popped up before me like a Princess Leia hologram. 24 Jun

I dreamt I visited 30 Rock and warned Dan Rather about a terrorist threat. Though what a CBS guy was doing at NBC I have no idea. 23 Jun

I dreamt Cory Doctorow and I ate a fruit that made the durian seem normal. It was called an orarru and its flesh oozed a glowing blue juice. 21 Jun

I dreamt my Mom fainted, cracked her head, and started bleeding profusely, and my (dead) Dad and I screamed nonstop for someone to call 911. 18 Jun

I dreamt I had a sudden recovered memory, but now that I’m awake, I can’t tell whether it was a real recovered memory or just a dream one. 17 Jun

I dreamt I approached a river in my Jeep, climbed out, and tried to determine if it was shallow enough to ford. I woke before attempting it. 17 Jun

I dreamt I was Basil Rathbone, dueling with an enemy who appeared only on a TV set. I ended up slicing the screen to bits with my sword. 16 Jun

I dreamt I worked the door at a USO show, shaking the hand of each serviceman as he arrived. Some were in uniforms from impossibly old wars. 16 Jun

None of last night’s dream notes are acting as the usual catalyst. I mean, what does “ALIEN, THEN MAN — KILLED AS MAN” mean? No idea. 15 Jun

I dreamt I discovered Nina Kiriki Hoffman behind an apartment I lived in 40 years ago, and she introduced me to her friend, Martin Freeman. 14 Jun

I dreamt I rode the NYC subway carrying a battered briefcase so filled to bursting with rejection letters I feared it would explode open. 14 Jun

I dreamt I lived in a world in which men gave women live spiders rather than flowers, and I presented Courtney Cox with a large, ornate one. 14 Jun

I dreamt I waited in line at some huge decrepit futuristic bureaucracy waiting for my number to be called, but knowing it never would be. 12 Jun

I dreamt I told someone, “Why would I want to see bad movies about things I love?” I think it was during a conversation about comic books. 12 Jun

I dreamt Jason Sudeikis and I sang a duet on Saturday Night Live, which surprised me, because in dream, I usually can never remember lyrics. 12 Jun

I dreamt I got trapped climbing a tree, caught in upper branches that reached to clouds made of cotton, and cried out for help until I woke. 11 Jun

I dreamt I tried to find friends in a Las Vegas hotel parking lot, racing through endless levels, but never managed to catch up with them. 11 Jun

I dreamt I stumbled along a hotel hallway in which kids played Magic, and their cards stretched for hundreds of feet on both sides of me. 11 Jun

I dream I was at an amusement park as its president spoke about how the whitewater rafting special effects stunt show was being shut down. 10 Jun

I dreamt Irene ran a stop sign in a middle of a small village and was pulled over and lectured by an elderly cop with a hook for a hand. 10 Jun

I dreamt I was in the Iraqi desert hurling presents into a crowd of hundreds of soldiers. (And not U.S. soldiers — Iraqi soldiers.) 9 Jun

I dreamt I was in the deep woods with a dozen or so of my friends, and as music filled the air, we all began to swing dance. 9 Jun

I dreamt I watched as a massive steampunky Jules Verne-ish submarine kept trying and failing to successfully dock at a nearby lake. 9 Jun

I dreamt I was a teenager explaining to my friends — including the character Blaine from Glee — why I’d decided to abandon Mormonism. 9 Jun

I dreamt I ran through the streets of a Manhattan right out of West Side Story, avoiding dancing, finger-snapping gangs hunting for me. 9 Jun

I dreamt Irene and I were going through our original art, and finding pages for comics that never existed, like the cover for Baby Bear. 8 Jun

I dreamt I waited for my father to hang up the phone so we could talk. He’s been dead 2 1/2 years now, and I really do wish we could talk. 8 Jun

I dreamt I took a pair of scissors to a china plate and cut it into long noodle-like strips. Makes no sense now but made total sense then. 8 Jun

I dreamt I watched the season finale of Justified with Winona Hawkins. Not Natalie Zea, the actress who plays her, but the actual character. 8 Jun

I dreamt Danny Fingeroth, Roger Stern and I had all been rehired by Marvel, and we sat telling new employees old timey Bullpen stories. 7 Jun

I dreamt David Tennant was at a panel, sitting in the back of the room rather than on stage, talking up the NEXT incarnation of Doctor Who. 7 Jun

I dreamt I was in a UK bar with some SF friends (whose identities I can’t remember now that it’s morning) when we were chased out by droogs. 7 Jun

I dreamt that after I parked my car, I tried to leave the garage, but couldn’t. Escher-esque stairs kept leaving me where I’d started. 6 Jun

I dreamt I wandered a dark basement with a baseball bat for protection against … what? Not sure whether I didn’t know or don’t remember. 6 Jun

I dreamt I was challenged to take a stand against someone I knew and replied, “I would rat on my closest friend and support my worst enemy.” 5 Jun

I dreamt I was walking through a field with Kuo-Yu Liang, and when we began to hear crickets, we got on our hands and knees to look for them. 5 Jun

I dreamt I won a Nebula Award — and in my dreams is certainly the only place THAT’S likely to happen. Gardner Dozois heckled me, of course. 5 Jun

I dreamt I came upon a dealers room table where writers asked me to sign a petition to stop a certain magazine editor from stealing stories. 5 Jun

I dreamt I was inside a menagerie during a storm, and all the apes and dogs went mad and escaped. I had to lock myself in a cage to survive. 5 Jun

I dreamt I fooled around with my camera and exposed all the film, then wondered … how was that possible? I haven’t used film in a decade. 4 Jun

I dreamt I stood with Stan Lee on a street corner as we tried to decided which of two storefronts we’d be renting as our shared office. 3 Jun

I dreamt the Ellisons danced to “Libiamo ne’lieti calici.” If I didn’t support HE when he dipped back, he’d say, “Leaving me hanging here!” 2 Jun

I dreamt I hid in a bar during a post-apocalyptic future, and found a bow and arrow there which I practiced with until I could kill zombies. 1 Jun

I dreamt Chuck Close was at a contemporary arts museum letting you take a pic with him beside some humongous sculpture, so Irene snapped us. 1 Jun