{"id":18518,"date":"2010-09-26T21:23:44","date_gmt":"2010-09-27T01:23:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=18518"},"modified":"2015-02-03T15:30:06","modified_gmt":"2015-02-03T20:30:06","slug":"yes-im-alive-plusmy-august-dream-tweets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2010\/09\/26\/yes-im-alive-plusmy-august-dream-tweets\/","title":{"rendered":"Yes, I’m Alive! (Plus—My August Dream Tweets)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I haven’t posted here since August 26th, which shows just how badly the Australian Worldcon, the New Zealand vacation that followed, and the post-vacation catching up at work took out of me. So for those of you who don’t follow me on either Twitter<\/a> or Facebook<\/a> and have wondered at the silence—yes, I’m alive!<\/p>\n

But before I get back to regular posts, I think a bit of housecleaning is in order. So, with September almost done, here are August’s dream tweets, which I haven’t had time to collect and share with you until now.<\/p>\n

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

I dreamt my teeth were falling out, which is one of the most common dreams, but the first time (that I can recall) it’s ever happened to me. August 29, 2010 7:53:48 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt the eggs I was scrambling overflowed their pans and expanded to fill the kitchen, like something out of an episode of I Love Lucy. August 28, 2010 7:18:37 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt two mad doctors were about to anesthetize me for some nefarious purpose, so I grabbed a baseball bat and beat the crap out of them. August 28, 2010 7:16:30 AM<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sang a rousing rendition of “Stagger Lee,” but why and to whom, I no longer remember. Wish you could have heard me, though. August 28, 2010 7:14:06 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

Last night’s dreams were a jumble: Running into high school friends, standing in long lines, starring in Guys and Dolls. Nothing coherent. August 27, 2010 7:33:01 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dream I appeared on David Letterman to show off the Star Wars robot I’d designed. The name of my droid? The DeathToot 2000. August 26, 2010 6:26:02 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I quit my job as a fashion designer (or so I said in the dream) because: “I want to do more than make rich people look powerful.” August 26, 2010 6:22:27 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was preparing to interview Stan Lee on TV. Stan was in a bathrobe. I was getting dressed, pulling pins out of the shirt I’d wear. August 26, 2010 6:21:09 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a Stoker banquet at which a zombie took the stage and ATE a copy of my What Will Come After. I protested. It didn’t care. August 25, 2010 8:14:25 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that I woke, and as I stood, Dave Cockrum’s ghost appeared to deliver an important message. If only I could remember what it was! August 25, 2010 8:10:52 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I hung with my writers group a pickpocket stole their wallets. When I called the cops, Sully from Third Watch investigated. August 25, 2010 8:08:26 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I took a dozen employees of my Dad’s business to lunch at a Mexican restaurant. So why were there olives and humus on the table? August 24, 2010 8:13:57 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

After working for 14 hours yesterday, I dreamt I was in Moveable Type working even more. Aren’t dreams supposed to be an _escape_ from work? August 24, 2010 8:11:41 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I listened to a band, then realized the lead guitarist was Mary Turzillo. When we spoke, she was with a Barbie doll-sized girl. August 22, 2010 8:56:51 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was wandering Francis Ford Coppola’s country estate with my wife on the way to a private opera performance he was hosting. August 22, 2010 8:52:52 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was crossing the street with James Cameron and Amelia Beamer while he went on and on about how much he loved her new novel. August 22, 2010 8:50:29 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I heard planes and looked outside to see an intricate Blue Angels-style routine up in the sky — performed by jumbo jets! August 22, 2010 8:48:15 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Frankie Avalon’s limo driver, taking him to a string of crappy hotels. He’d get pissed when he wasn’t recognized at check-in. August 22, 2010 8:46:36 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I investigated a lawsuit against a company Bob Howe and I worked for. When I told him he appeared innocent, my boss didn’t like it. August 22, 2010 8:42:33 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I stepped through into an alternate universe, one in which all who came from this world were hunted. I ran and hid, but was caught. August 21, 2010 6:03:16 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I affectionately hugged a fat cat while reading a book of Victorian poetry, something unlikely in real life. (The cat, that is.) August 21, 2010 6:00:02 AM E<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched as the Vampire King of Mississippi announced he was “foreordained” to marry Sookie Stackhouse. Bill Compton wasn’t happy. August 21, 2010 5:57:58 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a con showing @tinytempest how my new iPad worked, which would never happen, because she’s the queen of electronics. August 20, 2010 8:21:00 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt the HWA was raising money by selling off dozens of Stoker Awards trophies on which the recipients’ names had been misspelled. August 20, 2010 8:15:24 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I had a dream that involved Roger Ebert, Newt Gingrich and spaghetti, but I’ve forgotten all the details … which is probably just as well. August 19, 2010 8:17:56 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt it was taking forever to reach a platform in the DC Metro, because the escalators suddenly turned into endless chutes and ladders. August 19, 2010 8:15:59 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I dumped thousands of coins on a store counter to buy something and found Carter and Teddy Roosevelt campaign buttons mixed in. August 18, 2010 8:16:34 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt Michael Emerson and I were saying goodbye after having acted together on the final season of Lost. (I’ve no clue as to my role.) August 17, 2010 8:40:39 AM<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a reality show and challenged to build a way to cross a moat, so I was duct-taping together yardsticks into a bridge. August 17, 2010 8:36:14 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I waited in line at the mall to see the movie Fuzzy Dice when Johnny Drama showed up and the crowd roared, since he was the star. August 17, 2010 8:33:18 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into Jon Stewart in a parking lot. He wanted me to get into his car, but I couldn’t — it was completely filled with salt. August 17, 2010 8:26:11 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt my father was alive, and while visiting him found a cache of paintings he’d left for me including a cover recreation of Superman #1. August 17, 2010 8:23:24 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered San Diego Comic-Con trudging through half a foot of snow. Even more unbelievable — I was trying to find the SFWA suite. August 16, 2010 7:52:08 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I made the world’s greatest eggcream, only it was far more complicated than in real life, requiring Jack Kirby style equipment. August 15, 2010 10:15:37 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hunted by — cops? criminals? — and dove into a print shop and blended in by covering myself with ink and getting to work. August 15, 2010 10:13:19 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched as a man with a waist-length beard auditioned for a TV talk show by singing the praises of the movie Curious George 2. August 15, 2010 10:10:15 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched as two Damon Runyon-esque thugs invaded Marie Severin’s house. She chased them off with two forks and embarrassing quips. August 15, 2010 10:04:46 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I went into a Subway to order a sandwich, but when I stepped up to the counter it grew to be twice as tall as me, and I couldn’t. August 14, 2010 8:22:04 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I settled into a hot tub, not realizing until after I was submerged that I was fully clothed. August 14, 2010 8:20:12 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was inside a crater left by a nuclear bomb explosion, and for some reason attempting to evade the search party trying to find me. August 14, 2010 8:17:24 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I owned a cage filled with dozens of tiny frogs. I blinked, and then there were only five, grown huge from eating all the others. August 13, 2010 8:26:13 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was wandering my mother’s house in search of my wife, calling out Irene’s name, but not finding her, and waking still searching. August 13, 2010 8:22:19 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that my father, who’d been a NYC cab driver as a young man, was zooming around midtown Manhattan in his taxi with me as a fare. August 13, 2010 8:19:43 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an impoverished Bill Murray. I pulled a series of more and more complicated scams until I was rich. And then I was arrested. August 12, 2010 8:07:54 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an alien creature inside a huge hollow satellite. After gazing at it, I sprouted wings and flew through its vast interior. August 12, 2010 8:04:53 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was wandering an extremely crowded Comic-Con dealers room in search of 1960s fanzines for my sister-in-law and finding nothing. August 11, 2010 7:51:13 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I talked to Kim Newman about what he called “the greatest California time-traveling vampire movie ever.” Wish I recalled the title! August 10, 2010 8:21:58 AM<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was flying home when my plane had to make an emergency landing. But I didn’t mind because we ended up stopping in Egypt. August 10, 2010 8:16:50 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I went to my local movie theater where I was surprised to find Irene selling tickets. And when I got inside, selling popcorn, too. August 10, 2010 8:10:16 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I splashed about in a waterfall that suddenly turned to blood, but wasn’t bothered, because I knew it had been done by Joss Whedon. August 10, 2010 8:07:48 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited Marie Severin and yucked it up remembering the good old days at Marvel. August 8, 2010 8:47:48 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into Neil Gaiman in the I-Con green room, where we compared our identical (well, mine were larger) extremely ornate shoes. August 8, 2010 8:45:11 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was kidnapped, injected with senses-enhancing drugs, and sent on a mission. I instead used my new abilities to escape my captors. August 7, 2010 7:11:27 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I ordered a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream buried in blueberries in Cape Cod, believing the fruit turned the ice cream healthy. August 6, 2010 7:57:46 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was acting in an off-Broadway play with the characters from True Blood (and NOT the actors who portray them). It was … weird. August 6, 2010 7:53:25 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited Paul Di Filippo and Deb Newton and crawled through tiny doorways to see their books neatly organized in maple bookcases. August 5, 2010 7:38:04 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that I worked at the morgue performing autopsies and doing CSI-like investigations — and one of my coworkers was Ellen Page. August 5, 2010 7:32:51 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while wandering a strip mall with my son, I discovered (surprise!) that the NY Times is actually published out of a tiny shop. August 5, 2010 7:29:58 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was helping Walter Bishop with a kidnapping in a parking lot, but whenever we’d start to make our move, a witness would show up. August 3, 2010 6:34:40 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was discussing a new WHC event with Steve Jones — from now on there’d be a mud pit and all writers would have to wrestle in it. August 3, 2010 6:32:40 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was helping Vincent Price sell off his possessions. I sat with him wrapping up knickknacks so they could go to their new owners. August 3, 2010 6:29:02 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove down the road in my Jeep and spotted a much larger than life emu ahead. I slowed until it was beside me and took its photo. August 3, 2010 6:23:29 AM<\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d pulled off a heist with Steve Carell and a gang of complete idiots, and were ditching our identifiable clothes and dispersing. August 3, 2010 6:20:49 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I arrived at a funeral with a flag-draped horse-drawn coffin to find one already there, then fought over which was the right one. August 2, 2010 7:55:26 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I stood by my father, who was in a coma. He’d been under so long I then had to fetch shaving supplies so Mom could trim his beard. August 2, 2010 7:47:42 AM <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I appeared opposite friend Allan Grosman in a production of “Of Mice and Men,” which many years ago in real life he directed me in. 8:46 AM Aug 1st <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I showed my Mom a slideshow of a comic I’d written and drawn about my Dad. I was impressed, since in the waking world I can’t draw. 8:42 AM Aug 1st <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a patient in a Japanese hospital. (No idea why.) But I was bored, so I snuck out against doctor’s orders and wandered Tokyo. 8:39 AM Aug 1st <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was the Creature in Frankenstein. I was angry with the director because she wanted us to camp it up rather than play it serious. 8:36 AM Aug 1st <\/i><\/p>\n

I dreamt I phoned out for a pizza and when the delivery guy arrived, it was Eric Northman. I told him I hoped the garlic didn’t bother him. 8:33 AM Aug 1st <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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