{"id":10044,"date":"2013-04-11T22:44:39","date_gmt":"2013-04-12T02:44:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=10044"},"modified":"2013-04-11T22:44:39","modified_gmt":"2013-04-12T02:44:39","slug":"my-march-2013-dreams-james-earl-jones-ernie-kovacs-abraham-lincoln-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2013\/04\/11\/my-march-2013-dreams-james-earl-jones-ernie-kovacs-abraham-lincoln-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My March 2013 dreams: James Earl Jones, Ernie Kovacs, Abraham Lincoln, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Another month has gone by, so I again  gather the dreams I&#8217;ve been <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/scottedelman\">tweeting<\/a> to see whether they make any more sense en masse than they do individually. During March, I dreamt of  Liam Neeson, James Earl Jones, Ernie Kovacs, Eric Northman, Abraham Lincoln, and&#8212;as you&#8217;ll see if you read below&#8212;many others.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>MARCH 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I sat in a ukulele class and looked down to see I was holding a guitar &#8211;and only 15 minutes left, so no time to retrieve my uke! <em>31 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I hopped on a beautiful silver rocket bike, but none of the buttons did anything more than make lights flash. I still had to pedal. <em>31 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I happened to be in a parking lot when Obama and a bunch of kids came out, signed a document of their meeting, then left it behind.<em> 30 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in Vienna, and in order to mock someone who&#8217;d betrayed my friends, I sang him a taunting song in German in a theater lobby.<em> 30 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a Beastie Boys-like band was about to record one of my songs at an amusement park, and I waited for the limo to take me there. <em>30 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was doing a final walk-through with a realtor, making sure everything was ready for our buyers to do _their_ final walk-through. <em>30 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in the Marvel Bullpen explaining various ways comics artists make it look like it&#8217;s raining &#8212; Wite-Out, X-Acto blades, etc. <em>29 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in charge of wrangling the entire cast of <em>Babylon 5<\/em> at a media con &#8212; except for Bruce Boxleitner, who refused to show. <em>29 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt the Worldcon was being held in Baltimore, and as I wandered the room parties, I kept repeatedly encountering Mary Turzillo. <em>29 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt about telomeres, but &#8230; I can&#8217;t remember in what context. Was I researching them, having mine extended, eating them? Who knows? <em>28 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--more-->I dreamt I danced at a wedding with <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/scalzi\">@scalzi<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/neilhimself\">@neilhimself<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/amandapalmer\">@amandapalmer<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/Annaleen\">@Annaleen<\/a> + <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/charliejane\">@charliejane<\/a>, even though I had no idea WHOSE wedding.<em> 27 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I&#8217;d enrolled in marching band school with SF friends, and we sat around a large table debating which of us would be the drum major. <em>26 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that as I wandered Ocean Parkway, I came across a vendor selling pretzels and pig bladders. Surprisingly, I only bought a pretzel. <em>26 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I wandered over to Charles de Lint at a con to show him my new banjolele, but before I could remove it from its case &#8212; I woke! <em>25 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was visiting my sister-in-law when a freak snowstorm trapped me there, and I wished I was housebound back home instead. <em>23 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was with old pal Denzel Washington when his dad &#8212; James Earl Jones &#8212; popped in and we had to hide what we did the night before. <em>23 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was up for a Stoker Award, but before the winner was announced, we nominees had to take a group photo. I never found out who won.<em> 22 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was back in Blackpool again, strumming George Formby tunes in a big room with my friends. Yet when I woke, I was still here! <em>21 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I explained to Sam Donaldson I planned to spoil <em>Walking Dead<\/em>&#8216;s finale for a friend who&#8217;d once spoiled something important for me.<em> 20 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was back at work, but &#8212; come now, subconscious &#8212; you couldn&#8217;t let me do without for just a few more hours until the real thing? <em>19 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I discovered a celebrity (forgotten now that I&#8217;m awake) turned out to be a Scientologist, which resulted in an argument about Xenu. <em>16 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I wandered across a party made up of old friends from high school. But when I approached them, they denied ever having known me. <em>16 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I met Abraham Lincoln, but when we shook hands, he began to float into the air, like the balloon of a child who dropped its string.<em> 14 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was onstage with <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/CraigEngler\">@CraigEngler<\/a> being given Lifetime Achievement Awards at the World Fantasy Convention, not sure why we got them. <em>13 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A note beside my bed tells me of another dream I don&#8217;t remember: GLASS NOT WORK. I have NO idea what that was could have been about. <em>13 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>According to a scrawled note by the side of my bed, I dreamt I was Daniel Radcliffe hunted by Liam Neeson &#8230; but I have no memory of it!<em> 13 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was foolishly looking at original art while standing next to <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/IreneVartanoff\">@IreneVartanoff <\/a> as she fried food. Watch out for that splatter! <em>12 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a bunch of little kids in tuxedos and gowns flagged me down to tell me, &#8220;We accidentally killed someone,&#8221; then led me to a body.<em> 12 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a kid during medieval times, apprenticed to a chef who was impatiently teaching me the right way to roast carrots. <em>12 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I approached Ernie Kovacs, buried up to his neck in the sand of a Parisian beach, to ask for directions to the bust of Steve Ditko.<em> 12 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dream we were visiting <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/Shazzypoet\">@Shazzypoet<\/a>&#8216;s husband when she arrived and gave me a book of her poems, heavy as an old bible, rainbow typography. <em>11 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was hanging at Seth Rogen&#8217;s house when a gang of Jersey Shore impersonators showed up and trashed the place. <em>11 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was at a used car lot, waiting for a salesmen to get free. I hoped it would be Stan Lee, who I saw working there part time. <em>9 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Lost a dream, as I no longer know what this scribbled night note means: AST ROMANT ACTION FIG DOZENS OF THEM SCORE. Hate when that happens! <em>7 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was about to write a response to an Adam-Troy Castro essay on Raylan Givens, but woke before my fingers touched the keyboard. <em>7 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/tinytempest\">@tinytempest<\/a> and I were by a For Sale sign, and we took down my name as the realtor, replacing it with hers. Then we wandered off. <em>7 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Dreamt I was eating with <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/BryanVoltaggio\">@BryanVoltaggio<\/a>. Dinner at Eleven Madison Park in 4 days and <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/NextRestaurant\">@NextRestaurant<\/a> in 4 weeks is giving me chef dreams! <em>5 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I lost one of last night&#8217;s dreams because of my crummy handwriting &#8212; no idea what [ILLEGIBLE] MOVE LADDER means. Not sparking memories. <em>5 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was the manager of a rock band, trying unsuccessfully to find them some decent rehearsal space to use as they toured. <em>5 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I leapt from one slippery rock to another to get to the center of a Galapagos pond, but once there, wasn&#8217;t sure I could get back. <em>4 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I returned to the Ocean Parkway apartment I lived in as a kid to clear out the zombies so I could live there safely. Wasn&#8217;t easy. <em>4 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was trying to sneak out of a wrestling arena as people were on their feet cheering a dramatic turn, but the crowd would not part. <em>4 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was <em>True Blood<\/em>&#8216;s Eric Northman, about to run away from it all on a motorbike with a guy I was attracted to who I&#8217;d only just met. <em>3 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a black guy with a shaved head who owned a burger joint, but I have no idea what else happened. My night scrawl is illegible. <em>3 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was offered a job editing a site called <em>SF Limited<\/em>, which fell apart when I insisted they had to change the name to <em>SF Unlimited<\/em>. <em>3 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I heard a jazz band warming up outside and ran for my Flip camera to record it. Which I never did. (Tech always fails me in dream.) <em>1 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was at <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/NextRestaurant\">@NextRestaurant<\/a> for The Hunt when <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/BryanVoltaggio\">@BryanVoltaggio<\/a> walked by and said hi. Not sure whether he was dining or a guest chef. <em>1 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a cat padding through a post-apocalyptic world. The King of the Cats had forbidden contact with humans. I planned to disobey. <em>1 Mar<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another month has gone by, so I again gather the dreams I&#8217;ve been tweeting to see whether they make any more sense en masse than they do individually. During March, I dreamt of Liam Neeson, James Earl Jones, Ernie Kovacs, Eric Northman, Abraham Lincoln, and&#8212;as you&#8217;ll see if you read below&#8212;many others. 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