A new month begins, and so I’ve rounded up last month’s dream tweets, which are fewer than usual, what with the exhaustion from two conventions plus our trip to Machu Picchu affecting my sleep patterns. But still, George R.R. Martin, Dick Giordano, Moms Mabley and others—maybe even you—visited me as I slept. And somehow I find it poetic to see what happens when those mind movies are placed side by side like this …

MAY 2012

I dreamt my BSG script was rejected because Edward James Olmos hadn’t liked it. I was sad, but oddly happy, because that meant he’d read it. 31 May

I dreamt Bill Murray and I chased a burglar down several flights of stairs. At the bottom, he pulled out a gun, and chased us back up again. 30 May

I dreamt Nebula Awards attendees started to gather in a hotel ballroom. Andy Duncan was in a tux, Carl Gnam asked for my Karloff impression. 29 May

I dreamt I met a foodie at the airport and we swapped stories of the weirdest stuff we’d ever eaten as Irene looked on in total disgust. 29 May

I dreamt I was hired to run DC Comics, taking over from Dick Giordano. I discovered he left me a note, telling me to bring back Will Elder. 28 May

Only fragments of last night’s dreams remain: Geoff Ryman, a jar of pickles, cops tasering, a birthday cake. Wonder what the dreams were about? 27 May

I dreamt I was in Brooklyn, which turned into a photo, and reading the caption revealed it was 1952. Impossible! I saw WTC in the distance. 26 May

I dreamt I was a teen planning an escape with friends from a Terra Nova-style compound to live in the wild, waiting for our moment to act. 26 May

I dreamt I biked in the snow through a small town, spotted a costume shop and a comic book store, couldn’t decide which to visit first. 25 May

I dreamt I went to a midnight movie with Adam-Troy Castro that had Muppets in it for no reason. It was about the recession—with puppets! 25 May

I dreamt I was on the run from the Mafia and hid in an attic. They found me because the floor/ceiling was rubbery and they saw my outline. 23 May

I dreamt I was chained together with the movie Avengers, walking through a ruined city, each of us carrying a laser, shooting at balloons. 22 May

Advice I gave in a dream: “If you want to meet people, write about something online. Someone will come along to tell you you were wrong.” 22 May

I dreamt George R.R. Martin joined me at my table in a restaurant, and within minutes every other patron had gathered around us in a circle. 21 May

I dreamt I argued with the leader of a workshop who insisted the best way to critique was to read only the first half of each paragraph. 21 May

I dreamt I crashed on a deserted Manhattan island with the first-season cast of Lost, and wandering with Hurley, spotted a woolly mammoth. 21 May

I dreamt I brought ’70s Jim Starlin artwork to a con and one of my friends started erasing and correcting it. Strangely, I wasn’t horrified. 20 May

I dreamt I visited friends to see their new baby, and we were stunned that he spoke. And horrified. Because his first word was “mortgage.” 20 May

I dreamt I was the President, and my impenetrable bunker was being breached by repeated suicide bombers who determinedly weakened the walls. 20 May

I dreamt I was a high school adviser, teaching students how to edit a newspaper and dig graves. The kids rewarded me with candy necklaces. 19 May

I dreamt I could fly. Well … float. And I’d have a string tied to me and get tugged around @Syfy like a balloon to entertain tour groups. 18 May

I dreamt I was in a hotel room when someone tossed in a handful of toxins and slammed the door. After a moment of panic, I ran to safety. 17 May

I dreamt I got into Iraq on a forged passport, and walked through the desert pulling my wheeled luggage. The soft sand parted like powder. 17 May

I dreamt I was a cop, and after me and my partner arrested a guy and tossed him in back, we drove eating sundaes and teasing him with them. 17 May

I dreamt I accidentally turned my terrarium into an active microwave oven, and my poor turtle crawled from its shell trying to stay cool. 16 May

I dreamt I turned into Mr. Hyde and beat up a guy who didn’t deserve it. Then someone created a comic about it and I ripped it up in anger. 14 May
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I dreamt I was in a museum when an intense weather alarm rang, so we went into a glass room which shot into the sky so we could be buffeted. 13 May

I dreamt I was a rich old white lady who moved to the barrio, joined a Chicano gang, and surprised everybody with my deadly marksmanship. 12 May

I dreamt I helped a friend on a quest in the Old West, only instead of a cowboy outfit, I wore a pinstripe suit. And carried a claw hammer. 11 May

I dreamt I rode Metro and got off at the DuPont Circle stop, which was oddly above ground. Snapped a pic of the Capitol through tombstones. 10 May

I dreamt that when I bought tickets at the Baltimore Amtrak station for a trip to NYC, the machine spat out blankets for the journey, too. 9 May

In my first remembered dream since returning from Peru, Moms Mabley sang for us, though I can’t recall the song or why she was singing. 8 May