{"id":18016,"date":"2010-02-04T08:59:25","date_gmt":"2010-02-04T13:59:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=18016"},"modified":"2015-01-19T15:40:05","modified_gmt":"2015-01-19T20:40:05","slug":"my-january-2010-tweet-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2010\/02\/04\/my-january-2010-tweet-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"My January 2010 Tweet Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

Those of you who’ve been following my musings know that I dream. I dream a lot. And I report the ones that seem relevant both on my LiveJournal blog<\/a> (where I post the dreams which seem to have more details worth sharing) and on Twitter<\/a>.<\/p>\n

But tweets are such fragile, ephemeral things that I’ve decided to collect them each month. Here are my dream tweets from January 2010.<\/p>\n

Who knows? Perhaps one of them was about you!<\/p>\n

January 2010<\/b><\/center><\/p>\n

I dreamt I met my parents in their cabin after their return from a cruise, with no sense of surprise that my father was alive once more. 8:34 AM Jan 31st<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I started up a new company, along with Irene Gallo. Which seemed as if it could actually happen. Until Bruce Boxleitner walked in. 8:28 AM Jan 31st<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was helping my mother, played in the dream by some white-haired woman not my mother, plan her second marriage wedding ceremony. 7:16 AM Jan 30th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I was driving out of a parking garage with Irene, we were attacked by Kate from Lost, guns blazing. And I have no idea why. 7:11 AM Jan 30th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I arrived at an Indian wedding, was given bracelets and silk scarves … and then realized Irene couldn’t make it. So I left, sad. 7:34 AM Jan 29th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt Steve Segal called, and the main thing we discussed was how he had to fend off a hostile takeover of Weird Tales by … Brad Pitt. 7:26 AM Jan 29th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered an ur-NY, a Platonian ideal of NY with wondrous domes and towers, but at the same time was sad because I had no camera. 7:59 AM Jan 27th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while driving through a mall parking lot, I spotted a van emblazoned with the names of everyone I used to work with in comics. 8:18 AM Jan 26th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I played wiffleball with Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia and Richard Castle in my backyard, and we lost the ball with every hit. 8:16 AM Jan 26th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Walter White, Bryan Cranston’s character from Breaking Bad, and had been called to the unemployment office. I wasn’t happy. 8:10 AM Jan 26th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with all my Syfy coworkers taking a workshop led by Johnny Carson. He asked us to grade our site on an A through D. scale. 8:07 AM Jan 26th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I clamped my hand over Benjamin Linus’ mouth, trying to make sure he neither spoke nor suffocated, and not doing a good job of it. 8:03 AM Jan 26th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with BSG actors, telling them how I’d once given my mother a tour of the set. Odd. I should have dreamed of the tour itself. 8:52 AM Jan 25th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was acting in a movie, having replaced Matt Frewer in a role, only … he then showed up on the set, and no one had told _him_! 8:49 AM Jan 25th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while walking a tightrope, I dropped a blanket wrapped about my shoulders to reveal hundreds of bloody leeches. Disturbing. 8:46 AM Jan 25th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that Brian Murphy, my former assistant at SF Age, Satellite Orbit, and Syfy, had been hired as the new editor of Realms of Fantasy. 9:07 AM Jan 24th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I applied a life-sized decal of a flying cow to our bedroom wall in hopes that Irene would like it. Unfortunately, she didn’t. 9:05 AM Jan 24th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was talking to my late father on my cell and explaining why the Syfy Channel had recently started broadcasting Yankees games. 8:57 AM Jan 24th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked as a reporter for a British newspaper, Chi McBride was my boss, and the government was trying to squash a story of mine. 8:54 AM Jan 24th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene was judging a writing contest, and the first ms. delivered was literally on fire. She had to blow out the flames to read it. 8:52 AM Jan 24th f<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I saw an ad in the paper for a talk by Stan Lee, and Irene and I — along with Bill Shunn — rushed over to take The Man to lunch. 7:48 AM Jan 23rd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I lived on McDonald Avenue in Brooklyn, in an apartment open to the elements, my only ceiling the elevated train tracks above me. 7:46 AM Jan 23rd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Criminal Minds’ Joe Mantegna and I caught up with one of a pair of twin serial killers and hit him in the head with a shovel. 8:12 AM Jan 22nd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while buying Amtrak tickets, I saw Mary Turzillo, so I abandoned my spot near the front of the line. Only … it wasn’t her. 8:09 AM Jan 22nd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a Mardi Gras-type parade that began outside my NY apartment. But after it petered out I couldn’t remember how to get home. 8:02 AM Jan 20th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dream I worked late at Syfy with Bonnie Hammer, and we shook hands as we left. She called me Herr Doktor and I called her Herr Professor. 7:56 AM Jan 20th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in an emergency room, and a fight broke out between a couple of guys there who refused to stop smoking and the non-smokers. 7:52 AM Jan 20th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I attended a con reading by Tananarive Due and a seashell concert — she scraped them together to make music — by Kij Johnson. 7:48 AM Jan 20th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while attending an SF con in Las Vegas I crawled many floors up and down a laundry chute while being chased by security goons. 7:45 AM Jan 20th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I picked up a new novel by Tom Disch marked “second in a proposed four book series,” and was settling in to begin reading it. 8:08 AM Jan 19th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a con, and was told my son was looking for me, and wandered the halls shirtless until I found him. No one seemed to mind. 8:06 AM Jan 19th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt about zombies, but can’t recall how, since my scrawled middle-of-the-night note “split screen zombie” brings back no memories. 8:04 AM Jan 19th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was looking at templates for a redesign of my site, which seems a waste of a dream, since I was actually doing that last night. 8:58 AM Jan 18th f<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked for an unidentified comic-book company, and was delivering a briefcase that could contain up to $1,000,000 to a lucky fan. 8:55 AM Jan 18th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at Judy Merril’s side as she rushed from one end of an airport to another, taking no guff from anyone, including the TSA. 8:50 AM Jan 18th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I talked musicals with Malzberg and Cadigan. Pat wasn’t allowed to see Oklahoma as a kid due to impure thoughts about Rod Steiger. 8:47 AM Jan 18th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched a tower of tweets scroll by, every single one of them arguing fiercely about James Cameron’s Golden Globes Avatar wins. 8:42 AM Jan 18th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d helped David Bowie produce his latest album (though I have no idea how), and he was was autographing one for me in thanks. 9:14 AM Jan 17th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was driving through Brooklyn with Andy Duncan and Hal Bodner, discussing whether we should room together at this year’s ICFA. 9:11 AM Jan 17th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt we’d lost power, and when I looked out front to see what was up, all our trees had been knocked down and shattered into splinters. 9:08 AM Jan 17th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was up on stage, having a ball MC-ing the Kennedy Center Honors. Fun, but unfortunately, I’d never heard of any of the honorees. 6:45 AM Jan 16th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered the house with my loaded shotgun, more afraid of accidentally blowing a hole in the floor than of any intruder I’d find. 6:39 AM Jan 16th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was engaged in a get-rich-quick scheme — setting free tagged baby alligators to later harvest as 40-footers and make a killing. 6:31 AM Jan 16th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was watching leaves swirl in a storm drain during a raging rainfall while George Will watched with me, his bow tie getting soggy. 8:02 AM Jan 15th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was burning huge logs on the living room floor as Lost’s Locke watched. All the while I wondered: Should I really be doing this? 8:00 AM Jan 15th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I ran across Christopher Walken as he was doing a photo shoot, and told him he had weird hair, oddly using his own accent to do so. 7:57 AM Jan 15th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was David Tennant’s Doctor Who, and while at a railway station as a runway train zoomed by, used my sonic screwdriver to stop it. 7:55 AM Jan 15th <\/i><\/p>\n

I spy high-school pal turned successful character actor Bill Forsythe at the other end of a crowded office, but wake before I can reach him. 7:46 AM Jan 15th f<\/i><\/p>\n

I can remember multiple dreams from last night, but none of my playmates. Has my recent dream census somehow offended the Lord of Dream? 7:42 AM Jan 14th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d just come back from lunch at Readercon with Jeff Ford, and we were in the lobby stretched out in stadium-style theater seats. 7:38 AM Jan 13th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at Comic-Con, sitting next to Jeff Zucker at a party, and later confiding to Chuck Lorre about how strange that made me feel. 8:07 AM Jan 12th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was chatting with Alex Irvine at WFC, and passersby shoved oddly shaped books at us — very tall and thin, extremely thick, etc. 8:04 AM Jan 12th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt while talking on the phone with Patrick Lee, my SCI FI Wire unindicted coconspirator pulled up my credit report. I was not happy. 8:45 AM Jan 11th <\/i><\/p>\n

I had a nightmare, but the details are gone. All that’s left are images of a melting copper statue, an empty swimming pool, a dark hospital. 8:57 AM Jan 10th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt Annalee Newitz, Charlie Jane Anders and I did wheelies as we rode our bicycles at breakneck speed through the streets of Brooklyn. 8:41 AM Jan 10th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I rushed to CA after Charlie Brown’s death, and when I looked at him, he woke up, startling us all. There was a huge, joyous party. 8:31 AM Jan 10th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked at a great metropolitan newspaper, and copying a smoking gun of a memo while hiding what I was doing from John McLaughlin. 8:21 AM Jan 10th <\/i><\/p>\n

I was given more than dreams in last night’s sleep and half-sleep. I was also given the title to my story, which has gone unnamed until now. 1:15 PM Jan 9th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dream about Bill Shunn, a plastic typewriter, and how it is I’m able to remember all of these dreams:http:\/\/tinyurl.com\/yffgsrw 7:43 AM Jan 9th<\/i><\/p>\n

While wearing a kilt and trying unsuccessfully to leave a con, I ran across Brian Lumley. But he couldn’t help me find a way out either. 7:15 AM Jan 9th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into Bill Willingham at Comic-Con, and he was lugging around a beautifully printed ancient tome almost as big as he was. 7:13 AM Jan 9th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a king who had to sneak from my castle and banish myself from my land so my enemies wouldn’t kill all my subjects. 8:09 AM Jan 8th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked in an office for Jimmy Smits. He handed out charts which explained who got raises, but they were too complex to interpret. 8:07 AM Jan 8th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt a helicopter landed outside and a man ran toward me with a gift-wrapped box. What was so urgent? A DVD of the new season of NCIS. 8:04 AM Jan 8th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was giving Marie Severin a tour of our house during which she was worried that she’d been sabotaging things while sleepwalking. 8:32 AM Jan 7th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched Jim Carrey having sex, and it was horrible, because … well, you can imagine what his face would look like, can’t you? 8:30 AM Jan 7th<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of a vaudeville acrobatic act and balancing on a moving bicycle along with Madeleine Kahn and Bowser of Sha Na Na. 8:24 AM Jan 7th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a party with Walter Jon Williams. He said I seemed tired, so we planned to spin me on a lazy Susan to reenergize me. 8:21 AM Jan 6th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I gave a talk at a grade school about how I’d created Darth Vader, and to prove it drew him on the chalkboard over and over again. 8:16 AM Jan 6th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I tripped on a DVD set of the collected performances of Moms Mabley, and fell in front of a train, but was rescued by Will Smith. 8:29 AM Jan 5th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with Mike Resnick returning to a theater after intermission only to spot Barry Malzberg sprinting acrobatically for a seat. 8:24 AM Jan 5th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a courtroom watching the trial of a writing teacher being sued by a student because her course didn’t lead to any sales. 8:20 AM Jan 5th <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene and I were with Neil Simon and his wife on an airplane in first class, helping them unfold their seats into a king-sized bed. 9:16 AM Jan 3rd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I lived in a huge supermarket, and spent my days and nights wandering the aisles hunting extremely elusive and invulnerable mice. 9:11 AM Jan 3rd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Jason Schwartzman in a Wes Anderson road picture, and in Antarctica eating a bowl of chocolate pudding bigger than my head. 8:39 AM Jan 2nd <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was George in Seinfeld, and because I was cleaning up a wine spill on the carpeting, people thought I killed Larry David. George? 8:35 AM Jan 2nd<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into Howard Bender at a con party and tried to hug him. But after 25+ years, he didn’t recognize me, and pulled back. 8:29 AM Jan 2nd<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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