{"id":10208,"date":"2013-05-04T07:48:43","date_gmt":"2013-05-04T11:48:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=10208"},"modified":"2013-05-04T07:49:37","modified_gmt":"2013-05-04T11:49:37","slug":"my-april-2013-dreams-elaine-stritch-john-barrowman-ray-bradbury-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2013\/05\/04\/my-april-2013-dreams-elaine-stritch-john-barrowman-ray-bradbury-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My April 2013 dreams: Elaine Stritch, John Barrowman, Ray Bradbury, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have an extremely active dream life, and those that I remember I share each morning on Twitter<\/a>. Once a month, I harvest them from the rest of my tweets and share them here. So below is what went through my sleeping mind during April.<\/p>\n

My guest stars included Elaine Stritch, Jamie Foxx, John Barrowman, Woody Allen, Ray Bradbury, Paul Newman, Mad Men<\/em>\u2019s Roger Sterling, and more.<\/p>\n

Step into last month’s subconscious …<\/p>\n

APRIL 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2028\u2028I dreamt that as I headed to an opera house, I saw \u202a@doctorow<\/a> rushing the other way, having forgotten his ticket. We agreed to speak later. 30 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of a drug deal gone bad, but somehow was able to get away and hide in an alley until it all blew over. 28 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with \u202a@mrbelm<\/a> at a party run by the people behind that world’s 50 best restaurants list, but couldn’t get to any of the food! 28 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was carrying my father’s coffin from the hearse to the gravesite, and one of the pallbearers was Mad Men’s Roger Sterling.\u2028\u2028 28 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a courtesy computer in a hotel lobby with \u202a@amelia_beamer<\/a>, searching fruitlessly for an article I’d hoped to show her.\u2028\u2028 27 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Mutants, and all around me, kids pranked each other. I never found out my own power though.\u2028\u2028 26 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt that after my waitress brought my entree, I noticed she was — Elaine Stritch! So I jumped up and hugged her and wouldn’t let go.\u2028\u2028 25 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt a man with a razor tried to mug me on a deserted nighttime street, but I kept spinning out of his reach and eventually got away.\u2028\u2028 25 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was given a tour of an extremely odd museum, about which I remember little, save for the surreal room of deflated balloons.\u2028\u2028 25 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I spotted a kidnapper with his child victim in a bus station. When he seemed distracted, I tackled him and held until police came.\u2028\u2028 24 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt someone came into a shop with a rifle and began shooting. I wasn’t hit, but someone who was fell on me, so I pretended I was dead.\u2028\u2028 24 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife dropped me off on Flatbush Avenue with a VCR tape I needed to return, and I wandered, unable to find the video store.\u2028\u2028 24 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt Paul Newman asked me how my three kids were doing, and even though (in the dream) I only had two, I didn’t want to correct him.\u2028\u2028 23 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I arrived home to my apt. and picked up packages from neighbors — \u202a@effjayem<\/a> across the hall, \u202a@Liz_Hand<\/a> and \u202a@john_clute<\/a> next door.\u2028\u2028 22 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I showed Irene magazine pics of an opera house done up in gold and red velvet — and suddenly we were there, descending the stairs!\u2028\u2028 22 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt a Chihuly-like sculpture representing my sins was lowered from the ceiling. I smashed it and collected the shards to catalog later.\u2028\u2028 22 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I listened as \u202a@BillWillingham<\/a> sang a song called “Whatever Happened to the Spring?” in the style of Richard Burton’s “Camelot.”\u2028\u2028 21 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d lost to Rick Perry in a primary (odd, there’s no way we’d ever be in the same party) and gave him advice on what to do next.\u2028\u2028 21 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt Ray Bradbury and I were up on stage, improvising a duet, singing about brotherhood and how we should all just learn to get along.\u2028\u2028 21 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in the hospital (don’t know why) sharing a room with Stephen Colbert. When he was released first, I was quite miffed.\u2028\u2028 20 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I walked through the house I lived in circa 1990 and found my father and son, as they were then, smiling and brushing their teeth.\u2028\u2028 20 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt two friends who were supposed to have plastic surgery showed up still looking like their old selves and wouldn’t explain why.\u2028\u2028 19 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in the office of Treme<\/em>‘s Toni Bernette when it began flooding, and ran outside with her to start stacking sandbags.\u2028\u2028 19 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was set loose with friends in a deliberately cluttered house that was actually a mystery puzzle, seeded with clues to solve it.\u2028\u2028 19 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife and I arrived at an Italian restaurant highly recommended by friends, but just as we settled in, I woke. Never got a taste!\u2028\u2028 19 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I dropped by \u202a@ceciliatan<\/a>‘s apartment to marvel at the waterfalls she’d installed, and to dismantle them so I could bring them home.\u2028\u2028 19 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt \u202a@TomBrevoort<\/a> invited me to a Marvel Bullpen reunion, and sent along special license plates I’d need to access the parking lot.\u2028\u2028 18 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I walked down a narrow, snowy country road, slipping and sliding and having to squeeze to one side so cars could get by. Barely.\u2028\u2028 18 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was talking to my brother about my father, in that moment forgetting Dad was dead, and then … remembering. Unwelcome knowledge.\u2028\u2028 18 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a dealers room selling my son’s old comics and TV show scripts. Problem though — I had no idea what prices to ask.\u2028\u2028 17 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a waiter, and brought in homemade bread and corned beef for lunch, hoping to impress the owner and get a promotion. I failed.\u2028\u2028 17 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in my ’70s Park Slope apartment, hurriedly getting ready for work — yet not at Marvel, which it would have been. But where?\u2028\u2028 17 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was chatting with Paul di Filippo and \u202a@EllenDatlow<\/a> at Readercon — then she pulled the bookmark out of my F&SF<\/em> and lost my place.\u2028\u2028 17 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt that while taking out the trash at my NYC brownstone (yeah, right), I returned to find a FOR SALE sign out front and was baffled.\u2028\u2028 16 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked as a photo editor at a science mag, and was working with a photographer to tweak her pic of 100s of galaxies in Photoshop.\u2028\u2028 16 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I went to an office, but couldn’t find a place to work, because EVERY cubicle contained someone pitching a Kickstarter campaign.\u2028\u2028 14 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I wandered, everyone I saw was eating scooter pies, even those I know who shouldn’t and wouldn’t eat scooter pies.\u2028\u2028 14 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife hired John Barrowman to act as emcee for a musical being performed in honor of our anniversary. Lots of good singing!\u2028\u2028 14 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was sitting with the ms. of an old unpublished novel of mine, editing it for submission, and decided — no, this cannot be saved.\u2028\u2028 12 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was up for an Oscar, but what seemed to excite me the most was when my boxed head appeared on the screen with the other nominees.\u2028\u2028 12 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I reread the first dozen issues of Fantastic Four<\/em>, which I stored loose in a plastic shopping bag in my shed. Horrifying, right?\u2028\u2028 11 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I played pro baseball, and looked sadly out at our field on opening day. The infield was a swamp! And we didn’t know how to fix it.\u2028\u2028 9 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt a guy tried to hire me to return something for him to a store he knew would give him trouble, but I turned him down. Not my thing.\u2028\u2028 9 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I substituted at the last minute in a friend’s play. Did fine, but when it was over, confused by the order of the curtain calls.\u2028\u2028 9 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt Craig Yoe won an award for a Jim Aparo bio, and he had me go up to accept on his behalf. When I woke, I thought: Jim Aparo? Really?\u2028\u2028 8 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I entered a banquet hall with Geoff Landis and Mary Turzillo, and wished her good luck, because she was nominated for an award.\u2028\u2028 5 Apr<\/p>\n

\u2028\u2028I dreamt I lectured the Eleventh Doctor — not Matt Smith, but the actual Doctor himself — about pride, and earned vs. unearned confidence.\u2028\u2028 5 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was filming a scene with William Shatner, who kept stepping on my lines by shouting “It’s a wrap!” at the end of each of his.\u2028\u2028 4 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I stood around a BBQ with my Dad (dead 4+ years now) grilling thin strips of meat. I had no sense he’d ever died. He just … was.\u2028\u2028 4 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a teenager sorta like Breaking Bad’s Jesse, and was quite nervous as the police stopped me by a train to search my backpack.\u2028\u2028 4 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife was placed in witness protection — I watched her shoved in a limo trunk and driven away. I didn’t even get to say goodbye!\u2028\u2028 4 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene and I were on a foreign wilderness tour — and for some reason I pushed my possessions through the woods in a shopping cart.\u2028\u2028 3 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt Stan Lee and I were on a kids TV show where we held hands and sang “When the Saints Go Marching In” while taking part in a parade.\u2028\u2028 1 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in an office talking to the Jamie Foxx In Living Color character Wanda Wayne, but then realized it really WAS Jamie Foxx.\u2028\u2028 1 Apr<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Woody Allen, defending the final cut of my Star Wars doc to studio execs who thought I should never have tackled the project.\u2028\u2028 1 Apr<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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