It’s that time again. One month has ended, and a new one begins, so here are all of September’s dream tweets gathered in one place to see whether their surreality increases or decreases when rubbing shoulders like this. <\/p>\n
Last month, I dreamt of George R. R. Martin, Isaac Asimov, Maisie Williams, Alfred Hitchcock, Tim Gunn, and many more.<\/p>\n
SEPTEMBER 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028\u2028I dreamt Paul Levitz and I scurried around a convention debating whether or not he should publish an anniversary issue of The Comic Reader<\/em>.\u2028\u2028 \u202c29 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was back in time with a guy who hoped to stop the Charles Manson killings, but based on clues, I thought he’d be the next victim.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c28 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was walking across the U.S., and sat by a sandy stretch of highway, trying to figure where I was, looking through a guidebook.\u2028\u2028\u202c \u202c26 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I led a surreal Dada-ist protest march that wasn’t really protesting anything. We’d march by other marches, confusing them.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c26 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was Dexter, and when someone slashed my sister (not anyone from the show), I hopped in my striped racecar to run him down.\u2028\u2028\u202c \u202c26 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my (deceased) friend Charlie Guida had turned chef, and as I worked for him, he told me, “We audition for our jobs every day.”\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c26 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I built a working LEGOs helicopter which I planned to use to get aerial shots for a movie. I lent it to a friend … who broke it.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c26 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was reading the Sunday comics when I noticed one strip (Family Circus?) had been dedicated to my grandfather, and showed others.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c25 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I lip synced to a series of recorded opera arias, and everybody was fooled. Which is surprising, as the singers were all women!\u2028\u2028\u202c \u202c25 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was Daniel Radcliffe, and performed some (now forgotten) cross-franchise prank with Maisie Williams to make fans’ heads explode.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c24 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was cleaning off the table after a dinner party, and being asked to empty the salt shakers, which seemed like overkill to me.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c20 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was driving to Paul Di Filippo, asking Siri for directions, and only getting useless replies — book lists, interviews, photos.\u2028\u2028\u202c \u202c20 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that, by taking part in a ritual I thought was only a work of performance art, I accidentally ended up inducted into the Mafia.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c20 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my father was both Isaac Asimov and Walter from Fringe, vibrating back and forth from one to the other. Don’t remember why, though.\u2028\u2028\u202c \u202c19 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was driving my Jeep when a flash flood swept it away. I swam ashore, dragging my friends one by one. Not all of them survived.\u2028\u2028\u202c\u202c 18 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I had committed a great crime, and walked the world averting my face, hoping I would not be recognized. No, I was not Walter White.\u2028\u2028 \u202c18 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that while in Vegas, I stumbled into a restaurant that served the Platonic ideal of a hamburger, which I’ve yet to taste in life.\u2028\u2028 \u202c18 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a friend, rescuing me from a teetering rock atop a towering plinth, saved me, but fell to his death. His screams were horrifying.\u2028\u2028\u202c 18 Sep <\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I stepped out back, and instead of our usual yard, found a Grand Canyon-sized crevasse. On the other side, many fanciful buildings.\u2028\u2028\u202c 18 Sep <\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Sheila Williams gave me a stuffed animal as a gift (I don’t know why), and we shoved and shoved until it squeezed into my wallet.\u2028\u2028 \u202c17 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I worked at a store that sold fabric, and took an old lady’s arm so she could totter around examining our rainbow wall.\u2028\u2028 17 Sep \u202c \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I heard what I thought was a uke at a party, then saw it was a guitar. The guy told me it was tuned like a uke, so I tried anyway.\u2028\u2028 \u202c17 Sep <\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was supposed to introduce a speaker at the Nebulas, but the entire audience was already off partying and had to be called back.\u2028\u2028 \u202c17 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that, late at night, I wandered the streets of a city I knew by heart, and found a block of Hungarian restaurants I’d never seen.\u2028\u2028 \u202c17 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Roger Daltrey cursed out George R. R. Martin (I don’t know why), using language I don’t use in real life, so I won’t use it here.\u2028\u2028\u202c 17 Sep <\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my father insisted I leave an event before it went nuts. I refused, saying: “Avoiding confrontation is not a life philosophy.”\u2028\u2028\u202c 17 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt fraud was uncovered at a company I’d worked for in the early ’80s, and was forced to flee. I was chased — but never caught though!\u2028\u2028 \u202c16 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was having drinks at a bar with Alfred Hitchcock, and read him Roald Dahl’s account of watching Psycho<\/em> at a film festival.\u2028\u2028 16 Sep<\/p>\n I dreamt my friend Allan and I crashed a HS graduation. If anyone challenged us, we claimed we were rarely seen substitute teachers.\u2028\u2028 \u202c16 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I dropped by (former SF Age<\/em> publisher) Sovereign Media and found the phones ringing and ringing. I answered one. It was for me.\u2028\u2028 \u202c16 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I’ve lost a dream because I don’t know what the middle-of-the-night scrawled note PARTY OF SWAT TRY TO SEE means now that I’m awake.\u2028\u2028 \u202c15 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I attended a play at which the ushers who seated us suddenly began to sing and dance — they were the actors all along! \u202c\u2028\u202814 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I’m afraid I’ve lost one of my dreams because my middle-of-the-night scrawl of BUMP FLIGHT LAWYER isn’t working as a catalyst as planned.\u2028\u2028 \u202c14 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt \u202a@glorioushubris<\/a>\u202c and I were teaching at Clarion together and trying to decide on a prize to give whoever best completed an exercise.\u2028\u2028\u202c 14 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was in a crowded ballroom — a wedding, I think — where 90% of the people collapsed. The rest of us wanted to help … but how?\u2028\u2028 \u202c13 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a potluck with hundreds of dishes I hoped to sample — but only a single serving utensil. Torture!\u2028\u2028 \u202c13 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a ukulele event and handed sheet music for a song titled “Wickie Wacky Woo” I was supposed to learn. I woke before I did.\u2028\u2028\u202c 13 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was trying to figure out where I could have breakfast in London, and for some reason thought no restaurants would open before 10.\u2028 \u202c12 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I shared seven flavors of ice cream I’d made in a Worldcon SFWA suite — butterscotch! — and woke when I realized it never melted.\u2028\u2028 \u202c12 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a crowded party and saw Nicole Kidman with a small child. Since he seemed bored, offered them the game Sorry. She refused.\u2028\u2028 \u202c12 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I watched a fashion show with Tim Gunn. He hoped \u202a@dichro<\/a>\u202c’s futuristic entry of models draped with vat-grown body parts would win.\u2028\u2028 \u202c\u202c8 Sep \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I found a tiny abandoned dog eating a chestnut by the side of the road. I decided to keep it, so unlike what I would really do.\u2028\u2028 \u202c7 Sep \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n