Looking at the list below, August seems to have been comparatively light on dreams. Too much travel and too much sleep in unfamiliar beds, I think. But still, Stephen Colbert managed to make yet another of his appearances, plus Walter White, Gen. William Westmoreland and Jonathan Winters showed as well.

Were you in my dreams, too? Only one way to tell!

August 2011

I dreamt I wandered NY’s Forbidden Planet, which was filled with familiar comics titles, ALL of which were drawn by unfamiliar artists. 31 Aug

I dreamt a woman escaping a horde of zombies scampered up a rose trellis to a building’s second level and they were too clumsy to follow. 30 Aug

I dreamt I starred in a new Batman TV show and ran costumed through city streets with Robin to get to the taping of the 1st episode in time. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was Jimmy Berluti from The Practice, and a bodyguard I’d hired accidentally discharged his gun at the airport and shot a kid. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was a reporter attending Gen. William Westmoreland’s final press conference, where one of his aides forced my arm into a salute. 29 Aug

I dreamt I was in a softball league with Steve Carell and needed to pay refs, but the bills in my wallet for $180, $360, etc. confused me. 28 Aug

I dreamt it was my first day at a Boston comics shop, but couldn’t find a spot nearby so had to walk a mile to get there. And I had a beard! 26 Aug

I dreamt stories of mine occupied all five slots on next year’s Hugo ballot, but told Allan Steele I would probably be beaten by No Award. 26 Aug

I dreamt I was in a diner with Jonathan Winters discussing where to find great BBQ. We agreed the best ever had been cooked by Elvis’s maid. 26 Aug

I dreamt that @pnh was attempting to sing “Billy Don’t Be a Hero” in the SFWA suite, but forgot how it started, so I pulled it up on iTunes. 25 Aug

I dreamt I was the Art Director for MAD magazine and giving advice to Kurt Schaffenberger about his sketch for an upcoming cover. 25 Aug

I dreamt I carried @doctorow around a Worldcon dealers room on my shoulders so he could read the signatures in a guest book on a high shelf. 25 Aug

I dreamt I ransacked safe deposit boxes during a mine cave-in with Boyd Crowder, and discovered one of the 5th anniversary coins I’d minted. 18 Aug

I dreamt I was fleeing a dictator’s lair, shoving 5.25″ floppies with my collected writing in my pants though he warned me to take nothing. 18 Aug

I dreamt that while at a Worldcon freebie table, I discovered magazines containing stories credited to me that I hadn’t remembered writing. 16 Aug

I dreamt I was at Readercon, where I discovered I’d been placed on a panel about scientifiction of the 1920s — which I know nothing about! 16 Aug

I dreamt I swam as fast as I could to avoid being made into a sacrifice, but the piraña kept biting into me as fast as I could rip them off. 14 Aug

I dreamt an enemy was bidding on artwork I was selling at auction. He said it was as revenge, which upset me even though it made no sense. 14 Aug

I dreamt I’d created a series of posters (I no longer remember for what) and showed them off to Glee’s Kurt Hummel to get his design advice. 14 Aug

I just woke from a nightmare about John Kessel, and I hope that by telling you about I’ll be able to get back to sleep. bit.ly/qbgJ5P 13 Aug

I dreamt I bumped into Paul Levitz and thought — why don’t I just HAND him this package I was about to mail? After much discussion, I did. 11 Aug

I dreamt F. Lee Bailey was heading to hear a verdict in a murder trial that impacted my family. Since they weren’t going, I didn’t either. 10 Aug

I dreamt Irene and I were working on a crossword puzzle which could win us a cruise, but she ran off and I was left to complete it myself. 10 Aug

I dreamt I was being chased by a mob of men who thrust large crabs toward me, which nipped my flesh. I ran toward a fire station for help. 10 Aug

I dreamt I was part of a plot to kidnap John Wilkes Booth and smuggle him somewhere. But this all took place today. And there were swords. 10 Aug

I dreamt I was Walter White, had hidden voice-activated recorders in the furniture, and asked my wife to check they were well enough hidden. 9 Aug

I dreamt I had sold my West Virginia house and was giving it a last look before moving back to New York. And I was not happy. 9 Aug

I dreamt I was chatting with @SteveNiles at a con and explaining what it was like to watch the first three Star Wars films the night before. 9 Aug

I dreamt I visited a guru who lived in the Anasazi cliff dwellings to convince him to share his secret cookie recipe. I was successful. 9 Aug

I dreamt I was at a panel I very much wanted to see when the lady sitting beside me started pushing her lap dog at me and wouldn’t shut up. 8 Aug

I dreamt I watched Bush 43 watch a clip of himself being hit by a pie. Then the guy about to interview Bush on stage was also hit by a pie. 8 Aug

I dreamt I was cast as Kolenkhov in “You Can’t Take It With You,” and realized as I arrived for opening night — we’d never had a rehearsal! 8 Aug

I dreamt I stuffed my face with scrambled eggs at breakfast while listening to @tinytempest and @2muchexposition tell tales of stupid men. 8 Aug

I dreamt I wandered Brooklyn barefoot, sensing calluses building on the soles of my feet, but I was in search of dim sum, so I didn’t care. 7 Aug

I dreamt my son was only two years old, playing a guitar far larger than himself, yet speaking to me with the voice of an adult. 7 Aug

I dreamt I toured Europe with my wife, and in the distance saw a magnificent castle I sensed once we got inside we’d never be able to leave. 7 Aug

I dreamt I visited the house of @mrbelm and his wife to discover they built it with tunnels big enough for their son but not the rest of us. 7 Aug

I dreamt my father (no longer alive and not a drinker) led my wife, son and I around Brooklyn pointing out the bars he used to hang out at. 7 Aug

I dreamt that every teenaged girl I saw was wearing a massive, ornate gown worthy of Cinderella’s ball, and I was unable to figure out why. 7 Aug

I dreamt I was on a train crossing a bridge from Manhattan to Brooklyn, a bridge so high it was as if I was looking out an airplane window. 5 Aug

I dreamt my son wandered about holding three motionless hula hoops around his waist, pretending that he was actually keeping them aloft. 4 Aug

I dreamt I was on an adventure cruise through extremely rocky seas, which morphed into me watching a video about that cruise while at home. 4 Aug

I dreamt a messenger accidentally left Jerry Robinson’s original cover art to Detective #69 at Sovereign Media and I was stunned to find it. 4 Aug

I dreamt my brother organized a party for my Dad that involved a raid on an old timey candy store, but I didn’t want to eat all that candy. 4 Aug

I dreamt I worked at Marvel again, and Christopher Gabbert, who works at Syfy, was also there, nudging me, a modern day John Verpoorten. 3 Aug

I dreamt I was embedded as a journalist in Afghanistan, where I walked carefully behind a soldier in his exact footsteps to not blow up. 3 Aug

I dreamt an old lady thrust a battered mailbox in my hands, which turned out to be rubble from 9/11. She wanted people to remember her son. 1 Aug

I dreamt I hung with @LenWein at a bar as he told me of the time he retired from comics and went to work for the Arizona police department. 1 Aug

I dreamt I was in a large, cubicle-filled office with Stephen Colbert, and he commanded me to come after him in a game of tag. So I did. 1 Aug

I dreamt I was in an endless underground glass-walled maze, running from huge alien dogs that had been released to hunt me down. 1 Aug

I dreamt I found a 4-foot tongue sculpted out of sherbet in a hospital lobby, and before it could be unveiled, dove in and began eating it. 1 Aug