{"id":15872,"date":"2014-10-02T11:20:24","date_gmt":"2014-10-02T15:20:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=15872"},"modified":"2014-10-02T11:20:24","modified_gmt":"2014-10-02T15:20:24","slug":"my-september-2014-dreams-hodor-henry-kissinger-tina-fey-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2014\/10\/02\/my-september-2014-dreams-hodor-henry-kissinger-tina-fey-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My September 2014 dreams: Hodor, Henry Kissinger, Tina Fey, and more!"},"content":{"rendered":"

A new month begins, and so it’s once more time to harvest the previous month’s dreams as shared on Twitter<\/a> and see whether there’s any greater sense to be made of them when they’re gathered all in one place.<\/p>\n

Last month, guest appearances were by Hodor, Henry Kissinger, Tina Fey, Mr. Bean, and more! <\/p>\n

September 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered Columbus until I came upon a comics museum — NOT the Billy Ireland — and marveled at artwork which never existed IRL. Sep 30<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was 30 Rock<\/em>‘s Tina Fey, inherited $63,000, and when I heard my brother needed money, sent him $200, and felt generous about it. Sep 30<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @IreneVartanoff<\/a> and I arrived home after a trip and got into a weird argument about ukuleles, details of which I don’t remember. Sep 30<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while I was eating at @NextRestaurant<\/a>, F. Brett Cox snuck in and sat down at my table, and I was afraid he’d be tossed out. Sep 30<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I went to a Taylor Swift concert with my son and was called to the stage to dance. I apologized in advance for his embarrassment. Sep 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I walked off with a tureen of pate from a restaurant’s refrigerator, and only after eating it ALL did I think — why did I do that? Sep 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in the hospital with a kid Human Torch, and he used his superpowers to fuse our door shut for a reason I no longer remember. Sep 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on set as Arnold Schwarzenegger and Henry Winkler filmed a movie, creating many bloopers as props continually failed them. Sep 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was attending a support group of some kind when in walked fully armored Xena. Woke before learning what her problem was, though. Sep 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the government wanted me to register my telepathic powers, so I told them to leave me alone, that I’d make them forget I existed. Sep 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was attending McDonald’s school, and when I said I wanted Chinese food for lunch, classmates shoved hash browns down my throat. Sep 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was locked up by a Saw<\/em>-like mastermind who tossed me a gun. I didn’t catch it — I thought it was a fingerprint-harvesting trick. Sep 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I downloaded and watched the trailer for the upcoming Breaking Bad\/Walking Dead<\/em> crossover series. Poor Carol didn’t end well … Sep 25<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a restaurant where the next table was served a full-sized tree, its branches heavy with sparklers and pork. I was jealous. Sep 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was eating with Harlan Ellison, who grew upset I ordered him a mozzarella pie. I guess Harlan’s lactose intolerant in my dreams. Sep 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited a comics shop where I filled my arms with a teetering pile of books. Put them down for a moment, and then they were gone! Sep 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was binging on pumpkins pies — a LOT of them — while trying to hide the evidence from my son. Lots of food dreams last night! Sep 22<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I waited in line at an ice cream shop, a guy ahead of me reached out and plucked all the cherries from the cherry vanilla. Sep 22<\/em><\/p>\n

Lost one of last night’s dreams because I no longer remember what I was trying to tell myself when I wrote down MEXICAN FOOD. Sep 20<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while trying to get to work, I keep stepping off elevators and into operating rooms. Doctors keep trying to help me, but fail. Sep 20<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove down a country road at night and came upon a man on horseback with many dogs. Tried to pass, but dogs just would not move! Sep 20<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I went to a steakhouse with a group including @stdesjardins<\/a>. All he could eat was a bowl of pineapple, cantaloupe and watermelon. Sep 19<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that during a writing workshop I accidentally dropped a bag scattering hundreds of cherry Life Savers. And @mojaveb<\/a> was not amused. Sep 19<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @neiltyson<\/a> was swearing in George H. W. Bush at a trial, while @scalzi<\/a> and I tried fruitlessly to snap pics of it with our iPhones. Sep 18<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Paul Di Filippo found me an editing gig which seemed perfect for me, which now that I’m awake I can no longer remember. Too bad! Sep 13<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with Paul Di Filippo and Barry Malzberg, and we had the idea our lives were a shared fantasy we were having in a hospital. Sep 11<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I peered into a hotel minibar filled with cake and candy and discovered the previous guest had taken a single bite out of each one. Sep 11<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my mother nudged me to buy a birthday present for my father. But since he’s dead, I didn’t understand why he’d expect a present. Sep 11<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered a hotel bar where John Crowley was pontificating about the wine he was drinking using terms I don’t even understand. Sep 11<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the phone rang, didn’t answer, and listened as an answering machine message was left with mob threats in Michael Imperioli’s voice. Sep 10<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into old Marvel Bullpen pal Don McGregor in a bar, but he didn’t recognize me, kept walking until I pulled out old photos. Sep 10<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a crazed chef’s kitchen watching shrimp be sent through a Rube Goldberg device — conveyer belts, a ferris wheel, nitro! Sep 10<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @Chavoen<\/a> and I were in an opera audience, singing the parts before the performance. She tried the baritone, but I had to take over. Sep 10<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I brought a durian to a Starbucks, but then couldn’t crack it open because I’d failed to bring a good enough knife. Darn! Sep 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I lost a dream because this middle-of-the-night note no longer acts as a catalyst: HOSPITAL HURRICANE PETS ELEVATOR. Can’t rescue them all! Sep 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I told someone (I no longer remember who or why) “We are responsible for our own happiness.” Wish I could recall the circumstances! Sep 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I baked English muffins for Henry Kissinger and Jon Stewart. But Kissinger kept hiding the toaster while I was heating them in it. Sep 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I won $1,000,000 by playing an odd videogame on my parents’ computer, and wondered whether I should wake them and let them know. Sep 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a friend had a heart attack, but the ambulance couldn’t reach him, so we had to carry his stretcher through a swimming pool. Sep 7<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I did yard work with Hodor — mowing, raking, bagging leaves, etc. — while a mylar balloon hung over our heads just out of reach. Sep 7<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I lifted a French cruller to my mouth, but by the time it got there, it had transformed into a glazed lemon donut. Ah. dream food! Sep 7<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was packing up items to be sold by Heritage Auctions, all comics memorabilia that doesn’t exist in real life — but I wish did! Sep 6<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I kibitzed from the audience in a packed room as George R. R. Martin spoke — then ran up and stole his notes. So he chased me! Sep 6<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I got into such an intense food fight we all ended up covered with so much flour and sugar we looked like walking coffee cakes. Sep 6<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was sitting on the beach with Ellen Datlow and Gardner Dozois, waiting for a Stoker Awards banquet to begin. Yes. On the beach. Sep 4<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I discovered I suddenly had the power to touch the words in a printed book and delete and replace them just like with a computer. Sep 3<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a superhero who decided a skyscraper penthouse was too public a headquarters, and began seeking out a secret cavern. Sep 3<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found a gem, a scarab, and a scroll with a written incantation to be read while holding both. I did so, but woke before a result. Sep 3<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was telling Laurence Schoen about a story I was writing in which a guy used a cane because of an accident he’d had in Sumatra. Sep 2<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Mr. Bean was hammering nails into his head like an old timey circus sideshow performer for some reason I no longer remember. Sep 2<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a World Horror Con wheeling my mother through the crowd on a morgue gurney and introducing her to other writers. Hmm. Sep 2<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Marv Wolfman ran up to a busy intersection, made a show of tossing a conductors’ baton into the street, then skipped off, laughing. Sep 1<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I took part in a Stroll with the Stars event which listed separate starting points for U.S. and European fans. I bristled at that. Sep 1<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while sitting at a bar I was offered liquid nitrogen turkey, mashed potatoes or fruit cocktail. I chose the latter, of course. Sep 1<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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