{"id":10597,"date":"2013-07-06T15:08:56","date_gmt":"2013-07-06T19:08:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=10597"},"modified":"2013-07-06T15:10:37","modified_gmt":"2013-07-06T19:10:37","slug":"my-june-dreams-adam-sandler-elijah-wood-george-bush-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2013\/07\/06\/my-june-dreams-adam-sandler-elijah-wood-george-bush-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My June dreams: Adam Sandler, Elijah Wood, George Bush, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

June is over and we’re firmly into July, which means it’s time to gather together all of last month’s dream tweets<\/a> and see what poetry can be made by allowing them to rub together.<\/p>\n

In June, I dreamt of Adam Sandler, Rose Fox, Elijah Wood, George Bush, John Scalzi, and more.<\/p>\n

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

I dreamt Adam Sandler was explaining to me the FX of one of his movies, and I didn’t want to hurt his feeling by telling him I never saw it. 30 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my mother while visiting asked me whether I was on tranquilizers, because she felt I was smiling too much. Just high on life, Mom! 30 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I know I had lots of dreams, but remember the details of none of them. Only that one involved the apocalypse. And another … fried chicken. 29 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found a lost mini-recorder at an airport, and was sure that when I listened to it I would find evidence of a great crime. 28 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with boss @CraigEngler<\/a> in Chicago, presenting clips of new upcoming @Syfy<\/a> shows to an auditorium packed with fans. 28 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my neighbor built a homemade TIE fighter and was doing wild aerial stunts. But she crashed, and we had to rescue her from a ravine. 28 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at Readercon, and someone (I didn’t recognize) wandered the halls demanding people re-up their SFWA membership on the spot. 28 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a huge con suite as announcements were being made to thunderous applause. Don’t remember what any of them were though! 27 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of a bunch of peasants eating from a communal bowl in which a snake suddenly appeared. So I killed it with a broadsword. 27 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in China with the U.S. ambassador, who got a message that @ResaNelson<\/a> would arrive the next day — but I’d be home by then. 26 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I lost one of my dreams because this middle-of-the-night scrawl sparks no memories: CAL RIPKIN JR AD CLOTHING STORE 26 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I hung out in a consuite somewhere, watching as Neal Adams drew the cover to my next short story collection. (If only!) 26 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was debuting on Broadway in a tiny role, and as the musical ended, reveled in the glorious high of that first curtain call. 25 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in an odd werewolf movie and rehearsing a transformation scene in which Elijah Wood was the before and I was the after. 25 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was caged with other kids in a futuristic lab, supposedly for our own good, but really (we all knew) to be experimented on. 25 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the phone rang with a call from my mother to update on how her surgery went, but when I answered I could hear nothing but static. 25 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I invented and wore an electronic shirt that broadcast a constantly updating Twitter feed across my chest. 25 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamed I manned a barricade during a zombie apocalypse, killing undead with a machete. When some got through, things really got crazy. 24 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was explaining to an interviewer the difference between the first generations of comics pros, who weren’t fans first … and us. 24 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I lost another dream because I have no idea what this groggily scribbled middle-of-the-night note means: SPILL WATER ON NJ — ASKED TO JOIN 23 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I took a bus tour of Manhattan, I saw Stan Lee in three far-flung locations. But I was never fast enough with the camera! 23 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I had a dream that involved Superboy’s superdog, Krypto. Sadly, all details have been forgotten. But I’ve always loved that dog. 23 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a guy swallowed his @fitbit<\/a>, and I watched as doctors tracked it through his system and tried to decide whether they needed to cut. 23 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was settling in at a 4-star hotel in the capitol of some South American country, looking forward to the day of touring to come. 22 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sat in a cubicle-filled office reading copies of The Nostalgia Journal<\/em>, which I assume is due to the death of Kim Thompson. 22 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @IreneVartanoff<\/a> and I walked around an alligator-infested lagoon in the dark, and I thought, “Is this really such a good idea?” 22 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I had leftover cake I didn’t need (but is there really such a thing?), and tweeted you should all come get some. But you never did. 21 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into @Gachatz<\/a> at a (non-existent) elevator at @NextRestaurant<\/a> — he was carrying an armload of tablecloth-sized tortillas. 20 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a comics shop with my (entirely fictional) newborn baby, who stopped breathing. I screamed for help … and then woke. 20 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while visiting Sovereign Media, which was now housed in a graffiti-filled dorm, I was attacked … but subdued the guy. 20 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I’ve lost one of my dreams because I no longer have any idea what my groggily scribbled middle-of-the-night note JEEP MOUNT LIGHTS means. 19 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hanging outside a bar at San Diego Comic-Con when a guy peddled by on a Penny Farthing bicycle promoting a new @Syfy<\/a> show. 19 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an FBI agent arresting Mad Men<\/em>‘s [name redacted for possible spoilerage] and going through all the stuff in his desk. 19 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was trapped in a Matrix<\/em>-like world, except I was encased in a LEGO prison, and Artie from Warehouse 13 somehow rescued me. 19 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I helped George Bush, Sr. build a bomb shelter for a little kid. Though why a little kid needed a bomb shelter I have no idea. 18 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife and I were young and on our first date. (Not the real one!) The sun was rising and I didn’t have money for breakfast. 17 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found @jamietr<\/a> poring over a huge pile of rocks, because a note was written on each and he was reassembling them into a story. 17 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into @IreneGallo<\/a>, who’d been offline for awhile, and brought her up to date on the latest science fiction scandals. 16 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered into @scalzi<\/a>‘s course on the history of SF, and wondered why he focussed on Tom Disch’s novels instead of short stories. 16 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched Wolf Blitzer pontificating pointlessly on TV and called him “Wolf Bluster.” Which must be his real life nickname, right? 15 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was reading a comic book inked by Wally Wood and thinking, “Gee, I miss that guy’s artwork.” 15 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that in the heart of West Virginia I was shocked to run across an amazing bagel joint run by a guy with a thick Boston accent. 14 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a teacher in the Bronx, giving a lecture comparing Iron Man<\/em> with Game of Thrones<\/em> … a lecture I sure wish I could remember! 14 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I accompanied @shunn<\/a> and @chavoen <\/a>on the uke as they dueted on a love song. The name of which I can’t remember now that I’m awake! 13 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a mission when members of an evil organization surrounded us. Then THEY were surrounded by members of a larger evil org. 10 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered an outdoor arts festival when a strong wind came up, lifting people up and dropping them, laughing, several yards away. 10 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

Lost one of my dreams because I no longer know what this middle-of-the-night note means: Q BY POLICE WHO’VE ARREST FOR [ILLEGIBLE] 9 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my boss @CraigEngler<\/a> biked over, and was just about to show us the massive chest tattoo he claimed he’d gotten when — I woke up! 9 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a kid wanted to get to a food truck, but puddles were too deep and ice too slippery. But his Dad arrived, so I didn’t have to help. 9 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was browsing a small corner grocery when an impatient customer stormed off. But then — the owner claimed the guy stole $50,000! 9 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was stopped for speeding and tore my car apart looking for proof of insurance … but never could. The cop seemed amused by this. 8 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into @RoseFox<\/a> in a crowded con hotel lobby. We were both dressed in leather, the only ones. So of course — we danced! 7 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sat with a pile of unlabeled envelopes, each containing ukulele strings, and attempted to sort them out. It took awhile. 7 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my friends and I, safe in our bunker, foolishly decided to go out and explore the zombie apocalypse. Spent a lot of time running! 7 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

Lost dream #3: I also scribbled down in a daze the words FEMALE POLICE OFFICER FIND BODY. And it’s meaningless to me now. How frustrating! 6 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

Lost dream #2: I also scribbled down while half asleep this: DON DRAPER PICK UP KID. It was supposed to make me remember a dream. It didn’t. 6 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

Lost dream #1: What was the middle-of-the night note SERIAL KILLER HS LIBRARY CLEANING LADY meant to make me remember? I have no idea. 6 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I saw a SWAT team dressed like clowns — huge wigs, face paint, fat suits — to sneak up on some criminals. And they were dancing! 5 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while preparing food for my sister-in-law, I accidentally added an ingredient she’s allergic to, and had to go buy more food. 5 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I took a morning walk with Helen Mirren through an industrial park near our hotel, discussing a play we’d seen. Not sure which. 5 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I an actress set to appear in a revival of On the Twentieth Century<\/em> gave me a lift, and I told her about the original production. 4 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while on a ferry, I passed a manatee trapped in nets, whimpering. I ran off for help, but then we couldn’t locate it again. 4 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was President, and my train came under attack. Lots of fighting, lots of tossing attackers out of open doors as we sped along. 4 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that, out to dinner with friends, we all ordered grappa — and I don’t drink! But as I looked at the glass, I thought: Oh, why not. 3 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked at the #1 restaurant in the world — El Celler de Can Roca — and was having a pleasant conversation with a visiting chef. 1 Jun<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

June is over and we’re firmly into July, which means it’s time to gather together all of last month’s dream tweets and see what poetry can be made by allowing them to rub together. In June, I dreamt of Adam Sandler, Rose Fox, Elijah Wood, George Bush, John Scalzi, and more. JUNE 2013 I dreamt […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[12],"class_list":["post-10597","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10597","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10597"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10597\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}