It’s once more time to collect all of a month’s dream tweets in one place to see what they can tell me when rubbing up against each other in one place. In January, I dreamt about Ben Gazzara, Samuel L. Jackson, George R.R. Martin, Justin Bieber, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and more.<\/p>\n
JANUARY 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028I dreamt I worked as a waiter in a @Gachatz<\/a> restaurant and was TERRIBLE at it. I woke while being chastised by customers for being inept.\u2028 Jan 31<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I doing my old job, getting content live on @Blastr<\/a>, then suddenly realizing — Ooops! I’m not supposed to be doing this any more!\u2028 Jan 29<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was on my back on the floor and wanted to stand, but couldn’t. A baby had fallen asleep on my arm and I didn’t want to wake it.\u2028 Jan 29<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was hanging with friends beneath a highway overpass near a beach, and dancing around to dodge waves when they threatened us.\u2028 Jan 29<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt three female game developers were sharing with me horrific stories of the discrimination they faced. Was I researching an article? \u2028Jan 28<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was invited to a mysterious gathering, attended with hundreds of others I did not recognize … and woke before the presentation.\u2028 Jan 28<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I visited a grandmother (dead IRL), and grew concerned I couldn’t find my mother. Prodded, she admitted she’d been hospitalized. \u2028Jan 28<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was reading in a quiet library when Justin Bieber, trailed by hundreds of shrieking teens, entered and held a press conference.\u2028 Jan 27<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was surrounded by Revolutionary War reenactors who acted as if I was one of them … but I had no idea who I was supposed to be.\u2028 Jan 27<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Paul Di Filippo told me to read the latest Locus<\/em>, where I saw an announcement for a new collection of mine I’d known nothing about. \u2028Jan 27<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I worked in a battered women’s shelter when all of a sudden there was a huge influx and I felt overwhelmed trying to help them all.\u2028 Jan 26<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Peter Scolari was a Snowden-style leaker, and I followed him around as he created an alibi by pretending his car was stolen.\u2028 Jan 26<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Marcy Marxer and I came up with the idea of weaving ukulele strings out of our hair — and then figured out exactly how to do it!\u2028 Jan 26<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a newspaper critic had written a scathing article on SF conventions, so I invited him to one to show what they were _really_ like.\u2028 Jan 25<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I met UK friends for dinner, and told them endless Napoleon anecdotes. Which is odd, because I don’t _know_ any Napoleon anecdotes! \u2028Jan 25<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt tried to get into a supermarket with my Dad, who was hobbling along with a cane. The crowd would not part, and he grew frustrated. \u2028Jan 24<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my wife and I read each other reviews of Japanese restaurants until we broke down and made ramen. Which really wasn’t very good.\u2028 Jan 24<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that while wandering frigid city streets at night I came upon an old homeless woman and offered her my coat, but she rebuffed me.\u2028 Jan 24<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I got up from the auduence while Stephen Colbert was eating during a break in filming and did schtick with props from his set.\u2028 Jan 23<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt an old boss gave me a proofreading\/copyediting test, but it turned out to be made up of nothing but mortgage loan documents.\u2028 Jan 23<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I pulled off the highway to pick up a drink at a convenience store, but the shelves were bare, so I left with only a newspaper.\u2028 Jan 23<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was with Mom in a furniture store trying to do her taxes, papers everywhere, but people kept interrupting asking me to do theirs.\u2028 Jan 22<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I gave a rip-roaring, old timey, 4th of July speech, punctuating my points with a slide whistle. The audience seemed appreciative.\u2028 Jan 22<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was in a restaurant as Chef @Gachatz<\/a> gave an introductory talk before his new $1,000 dinner. Woke before I ate it, though. Grrr.\u2028 Jan 21<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I won a writing award and was given a rocketship trophy taller than me. I had trouble carrying it around, getting through doors. \u2028Jan 20<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that (while we were somewhere I no longer remember), my wife’s car was stolen, and we had to walk home through heavy rains. \u2028Jan 20<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a con looking for the friends with whom I had a 9:30 dinner reservation. Not finding them, I headed for the consuite.\u2028 Jan 19<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that while wandering a mall, I found the original, abandoned (dream only) storefront of @VOLTResto<\/a>. I snapped many iPhone pics. \u2028Jan 19<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt @evanier<\/a> and I were at a fried chicken joint, his favorite, the mound between us rising so high we could barely see each other.\u2028 Jan 19<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt George R.R. Martin and I, having been laid off from the same company, hit a steakhouse and commiserated over huge slabs of beef. \u2028Jan 19<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I worked at DC Comics. When someone shouted “Welcome back,” I replied, “But I never left.” Dick Giordano had the corner office. \u2028Jan 18<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I arrived at a B&B lugging heavy satchels overflowing with documents as if in a small town to do research. But of what? Don’t know. \u2028Jan 18<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was hired to wander a Hollywood party as a bird, flapping my feathery wings to entertain guests. Jon Hamm was dressed as Klaatu.\u2028 Jan 18<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I set up a camera to film whoever had stolen all my previous cameras … which only ended up filming the theft of the new one!\u2028 Jan 18<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I sat with an ancient guy swapping titles of movies, books, etc. that made us happy. Waking, I only remember Singing in the Rain<\/em>.\u2028 Jan 17<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was heading to Philly via train to spend the day wandering food trucks with Gardner Dozois. Sadly, I woke before I got there!\u2028 Jan 17<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt @2muchexposition<\/a> and I were trying to figure out what outfits we wanted to wear while hanging out with the characters from Girls<\/em>.\u2028 Jan 17<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Ben Gazzara was sent to kill me and my friends. We were weaponless, so it wasn’t going well. But then Eddie Murphy came to help us!\u2028 Jan 15<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was hired as Carrie Fisher’s personal assistant, and most of my job consisted of turning people away who wanted to meet with her.\u2028 Jan 15<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was trapped atop a roller coaster, and had to make my way down on foot, trying not to get caught in the moving chains and gears. \u2028Jan 15<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at an airport bookshop and spotted a book signed by Stan Lee, Sol Brodsky, and Sean Howe. But — Sol’s been dead for decades!\u2028 Jan 14<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I looked up, saw a centipede outside THE SIZE OF A HORSE, then went right back to whatever I was doing. How was I so lackidasical?\u2028 Jan 14<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was pontificating about The Wire<\/em> to Samuel L. Jackson, who said nothing, but with a raised eyebrow showed me how dubious he was. \u2028Jan 14<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I woke on a deserted street in Brooklyn to the sounds of demolition. Workers weren’t visible, but the borough was being torn down.\u2028 Jan 14<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I read a magazine bio blurb in which I’d misstated my own age — I’d added the years I’d been alive to the years I’d been writing.\u2028 Jan 13<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I followed a dry river bed through the woods, came to a cavern, then spelunked until I arrived at a party hosted by @JohnPicacio<\/a>.\u2028 Jan 13<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I wanted to fill up my car from a strange coin-operated pump, but my wife insisted it was better to pay inside. What did she know?\u2028 Jan 13<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was one of the Beatles, trapped on a train that was late for a gig. I assume I was George Harrison, since I saw the other three.\u2028 Jan 12<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was a cameraman for a reality TV show threatened by a contestant not happy about what I’d just filmed. But I kept filming anyway.\u2028 Jan 12<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I walked down a dark street and feared I was bring followed, so punched 911 on my phone. Strangely, my phone worked, rare in dream.\u2028 Jan 12<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was The Twelfth Doctor and sang a duet of “Lost in the Stars” with Amy Pond. Wrong Doctor\/Companion match, I know. But we wept.\u2028 Jan 11<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was heading back to my hotel in a Venetian gondola, only I couldn’t remember WHICH hotel, so I was of no help to the gondolier. \u2028Jan 11<\/em><\/p>\n