October was busy, with a visit from friends and three convention trips, which means it was a light month for dreams. Travel and visiting, whether from or to friends, leads to exhaustion, which in turn leads to fewer dreams. But still, I managed to have many guest stars and strange occurances while I slept.<\/p>\n
Let’s see, as usual, whether poetry is made when they rub up against each other like this …<\/p>\n
October 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n I dreamt that while I was on the phone with my father, I accidentally shot myself. But don’t worry — it was only a flesh wound! 30 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my girlfriend and I were living with a cult, supposedly happy, but talking to each other in code about our plans to soon escape. 28 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt friends had a baby that — though he was chubby and healthy — was only the size of a hardboiled egg. I was scared to feed him. 27 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I lent Eastbound & Down<\/em>‘s Guy Young a sweater — he put it on inside out, and it immediately started unraveling, trailing threads. 27 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt there was a problem at the Neb banquet: Someone had forgotten the red noses! So @ColleenLindsay<\/a> leapt on horseback to save the day. 27 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I’ve lost the details of my dreams. But there was one about BBQ. And one about dumping leftover pain meds. And one about a con suite. Sigh. 25 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I ran to the roof of an apartment, feeling hunted. Then mercury oozed up though my feet, bursting out the top of my head. I woke! 24 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I took my son to see “On the Twentieth Century,” but though the curtain rose and the actors came out, no one ever started singing. 24 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I watched an episode of Dr. Phil<\/em> in which viewers had to ID a superhero from art — I scrawled Barry Allen\/The Flash on a postcard. 24 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was a walking corpse, showing the disfiguring signs of my death, standing in a line with similar others waiting to be judged. 23 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was a woman diagnosed with cancer. In response, I dragged my boyfriend to an official and said, “I want to marry my husband.” 22 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a historic European opera house was being taken apart brick by brick, transported to the U.S., and reassembled in our backyard. 22 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n Sadly, I lost one of my dreams because I can no longer decipher this middle-of-the-night scrawl: MTA [UNINTELLIGIBLE] PAPERS. 21 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that I accidentally walked between the camera and the President as Obama was being interviewed on live TV. Oddly, no one minded. 21 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I hiked downtown in Manhattan and ended up at the Shopsins counter, where I found @Gachatz<\/a> sitting next to me. We talked … food. 18 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I stood on the steps of a mansion, and Albert Brooks skipped toward me, singing. Followed by Groucho Marx, who was doing the same. 17 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt we were stripping our possessions from our former house getting ready to sell. But we weren’t sure we wanted to go through with it. 17 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was being chased through subway tunnels by the minions of a serial killer like that guy from The Following<\/em>. But I got away. 17 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I worked with Peter Jennings, and when he called for a hat, I handed him one of those weird upside down flowerpots DEVO wore. 16 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a friend who didn’t own a credit card asked me to charge a repair for her, but as I sensed I wouldn’t get reimbursed, I demurred. 15 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I went to a school with Paul Di Filippo to watch him put on a soccer demonstration for the kids — and he had moves like Beckham! 14 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt we stopped in a small town for a car repair, and after I went for a test drive, I couldn’t figure out how to get back to my wife. 14 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I assembled parts I’d found of an alien device. Once activated, it emitted a fungus which grew in an ever-widening circle. I ran! 14 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was flying home from I have no idea where and needed to change planes in Uxmal. Which from what I remember, has no airport. 13 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I sat poolside strumming “Chinese Laundry Blues,” my feet in the pool, all the while thinking, this CAN’T be good for my uke. 11 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was one of two men who were rivals for the same woman, and I said, “If it’s a choice between who’s the better guy, I lose.” 10 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that as I wandered an indeterminate city, I came across an apparently endless trail of cookies, as if laid by Hansel and Gretel. 9 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that I was, for some unknown reason, drafted to do on-air introductions for segments of an NBC Sunday morning news show. Why me? 8 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I boarded a plane home from the UK, napped, then woke on a bus … still in the UK! Baffled, I tried to figure out how and why. 8 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a science fiction convention in the UK I eventually had to flee because the fog of cigarette smoke was just too thick. 7 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was on a bus overseas when a gang climbed aboard and stole all our passports at gunpoint. I got a replacement quick, though. 6 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dream I ended up at a late night after dinner party attended by every famous chef I’ve ever heard of, and I looked around gobsmacked. 6 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that as I walked the road in front of my property, the neo-Nazi gang from Breaking Bad<\/em> ambled by and asked if they could hunt here. 4 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n