{"id":1928,"date":"2011-03-01T22:07:14","date_gmt":"2011-03-02T03:07:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=1928"},"modified":"2011-03-01T22:07:14","modified_gmt":"2011-03-02T03:07:14","slug":"my-february-2010-dream-tweets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2011\/03\/01\/my-february-2010-dream-tweets\/","title":{"rendered":"My February 2010 Dream Tweets"},"content":{"rendered":"

As those of you who follow me on Twitter<\/a> and\/or Facebook<\/a> know, I have a very active dream life. February turned out to be no exception, with a total of 77 recorded dreams. There were mornings I woke to find that I’d scrawled out notes relating to as many as five different dreams through the course of a night night.<\/p>\n

Making guest appearances last month were Raylan Givens, Stan Lee, Randy Newman, John Mellencamp, Frank Sinatra, Howard Wolowitz … and who knows, maybe you.<\/p>\n

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FEBRUARY 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I dreamt I stole a baby being mistreated at an old timey exhibit, brought him (or maybe her) home, and then put him up for adoption. 28 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a kid and snuck into my neighbor’s yard to pet her huge dog. She turned out to be Helen Keller, and we talked. Yes. Talked. 28 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered a UK children’s museum, where I met and became friends with Ellen Page, who turned out to work there in her spare time. 28 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I arrived at Sovereign Media as if I had a job there, but couldn’t talk to any of my coworkers because they were all on the phone. 27 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my son dropped by and told us that he’d lost his wallet, but the more he talked about the more it seemed like he’d been mugged. 27 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I followed V’s Erica Evans through the streets of D.C., eating endless apples and dropping their cores behind me to leave a trail. 26 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I partied in a speakeasy with a young Frank Sinatra as the liquor flowed freely, flappers danced around us, and tough mugs gambled. 26 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into John Mellencamp in a bookstore, but wanted to respect him and give him his space, so didn’t speak, but merely nodded. 25 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that after a workout with The Biggest Loser’s Bob Harper, we agreed to do it again on a specific date and time … in two years. 25 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was far from home and desperately trying to make it home by nightfall. Not quite sure what would happen if I didn’t, though. 25 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my father was alive, wearing a coat in hot weather and not seeming to mind. His bedroom wall was covered with illegible writing. 24 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dream I was back in my teen Canarsie apartment, but now, and Stan Lee was there for a party. I impressed him with my original MMMS button. 24 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that Irene woke me from sleep far earlier than I was ready, and so I lay there stunned, blinking, mumbling somewhat incoherently. 24 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that I desperately needed a bagel and so tried to use my iPhone to find the nearest bagel joint. As usual, my dream iPhone failed. 24 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Kurt from Glee was with me in the Hostess aisle of a 7-11 as I studied the Twinkies, Ho Hos, and Fruit Pies and tried to choose. 24 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was locked in a two-door closet, one behind me, one ahead, and my only contact with the outside world was Facebook. 23 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I threw a massive BBQ, and all of my friends were there. In the distance, a costumed Spider-Man stuntman leapt, flipped, and spun. 22 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was called to NY so the head of Accounting could turn down my expense report for Cole Porter tickets. But … it was Cole Porter! 22 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Raylan Givens from Justified, and tracked Boyd Crowder to NY, where he tricked me into pulling a gun and getting arrested. 21 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dream I happily walked on the beach, the sun was shining, children were laughing, and I felt an urge to leap into the waves fully clothed. 21 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a company handing out press releases was insisting on giving journalists lobotomies. I snuck out of the room before it was my turn. 21 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dream I sat alone with Stan Lee while he told stories of the old days, including anecdotes about Harry. But he wouldn’t say _which_ Harry. 21 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that to prove a point, I tried to show Stephen Colbert my John McCain action figure. I can no longer remember what that point was. 21 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a spy, and while I was showering, I heard a break-in. So I scooped up my Luger and investigated. But no one was there. 20 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at an extremely long table as part of a rehearsal dinner, but everyone was a stranger. I had no idea who was getting married. 20 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was halfway through a vacation day lazing at the beach when I realized I’d forgotten to tell my boss I was taking the day off. 20 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was working in a room densely packed with file folders when a tiny, wizened old woman came in cursing and scattered them about. 20 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was wrestling The Big Show and coming out on the losing end of things. I woke just as he was about to deliver the finishing blow. 20 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was having dinner with Geoff Landis and Bill Shunn, who were pushing beer on me because they couldn’t believe I didn’t like it. 19 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of an Entourage-style posse, and had to show our star incriminating online photos. But the other guys didn’t want me to. 19 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was waiting hours for a delayed flight, which turned out to be the last one scheduled that night. I woke before we ever departed. 19 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt scientists found a prehistoric message on a cave wall about getting gored by a mammoth and declared it the first Facebook status. 18 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was playing a game of one-on-one basketball with my Dad, something we never did when he was alive and I was lousy at in dream. 18 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in front of a movie theater with friends arguing about the meaning of an MPAA rating, and to solve it went inside and asked. 18 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I flipped through the pages of a Heritage Auction Galleries catalog filled with Silver Age comic art that never actually existed. 18 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that the cable guy came to repair my TV and Internet service, but once he was gone, all my screens were tinged orange. 17 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I entered a packed auditorium for the Hugo Awards ceremony and tried to decided which friends would be most fun to kibitz with. 17 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt heavily tattooed adult film stars in swimsuits were marching through Times Square with signs protesting the MPAA ratings system. 17 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered a high-tech science museum and bumped into a teacher trying to control his unruly kids. That teacher — Howard Wolowitz. 17 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a hillside looking down as workers completed demolishing a town. All that remained were flat acres of newly turned earth. 16 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was the only man in the audience for a play about rape, and wondered whether tickets had been deliberately sold that way. 16 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while commuting and not recognizing at all where I was, I ran into Amelia Beamer and discussed details of my work in progress. 16 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I stopped to stretch my legs at a hotel parking lot during a long trip and saw Garner Dozois — because strangely, a con was there! 15 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that just as soon as I got to the back of a long line at the DMV, the staff took a break, with no indication of when they’d return. 15 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I told Bob Eggleton I’d started an online art gallery, and hoped he wouldn’t be offended I began with a focus John Berkey, not him. 15 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sat across from Bill O’Reilly and playfully argued with him as if we were friends and this was just a long-running disagreement. 15 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched team of guys on skates race an overhead cable car from one end of a city to another. The skaters won by a few seconds. 14 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that the woman who edited Pizzazz magazine in the ’70s had been hired to work at Syfy, and we chatted about our Marvel connection. 14 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked furiously at my computer searching out the best James Franco photos I could find for a story I was doing for my dayjob. 13 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I happened to drop by DC Comics as Paul Levitz gave a celebratory speech to the staff about it being his 80th anniversary there. 13 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I tried to help a tiny, ancient woman illegally cross 42nd Street through heavy traffic. I woke before making it to the other side. 13 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a bookstore with a romance editor, talking up Irene, and mentioning her t-shirt that says, “Finish the damn book!” 12 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Farscape was still on the air, and I sat in the showrunner’s office, toking up while discussing the script I’d been hired to write. 12 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the entire original staff of MAD magazine was still alive and being feted at a banquet. I struggled to see them through the crowd. 11 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was guest editing the 20th anniversary issue of Science Fiction Age, but woke when I remembered, oh, it isn’t published anymore. 11 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I attended a journalism conference, and when I raised my hand to speak and was called on, I forgot the question I was going to ask. 11 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a con gave me a wrist ribbon instead of a chest badge. I ran into Peter Atkins, and pointed out printed UK slang I didn’t get. 10 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove a NYC bus down a crowded Kings Highway, but paused to lean out the window and assemble a hot dog from a vendor’s cart. 9 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was reviewing my zombie play “A Plague on Both Your Houses,” rewriting the end, and casting it for a staged reading at Readercon. 8 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a city-sized cruise ship as it pulled out of harbor. I looked around at the overwhelming crowd on deck and felt trapped. 8 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I chased a mugger into the middle of a street gang he was part of, then started rapping as if my life depended on it. Which it did. 8 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I returned to a gun shop with a broken pistol needing repair, but the line ahead of me kept getting longer, so I eventually left. 7 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dream I was moderating a panel, and my notes were illegible. But I had no doubt I’d be successful winging it. An ANTI-anxiety dream. 7 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked for a temp agency (in waking life, I was once a Kelly Girl) and was having difficulty getting and cashing my paychecks. 6 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that when I went down to the docks at night to pick up my car (which I’d parked there for some reason), I bumped into Don McGregor. 6 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while I was in a play, I was also in the audience showing the friend sitting next to me how to use my camcorder to record me. 5 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an FBI agent, and while investigating an apartment with my boss, watched as he caused a boiler to explode through the roof. 4 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while I was visiting a friend, Randy Newman showed up, remembered me from last time, and handed out Omega the Unknown comics. 4 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I discovered six Milton Bradley board games that don’t really exist, and tried (and failed) to take photos of the awesome box art. 3 Feb<\/p>\n

I dreamt I was handed a promotional satin jacket for Stark Industries at Walmart by Tony Stark himself. Or Robert Downey, Jr. AS Tony Stark. 3 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Adam-Troy Castro defused a hostage situation in a dream I knew was a dream. “Thank you for a good dream,” I told him when it ended. 3 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I returned to a table at a restaurant to find a different set of friends there than when I left. I shrugged and continued chatting. 3 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that white-haired Michael Caine attempted to kill me on the street, but I was able to wrestle his guns away and get the upper hand. 3 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I phoned Paul Di Filippo to ask how to pronounce Ayelet Waldman’s name. At the same time, Nina Kiriki Hoffman rushed from the room. 2 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I gave my presentation “How to Respond to a Critique of your Writing” while two children dressed in saris ran around the stage. 2 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt we loaded all the crap we didn’t want into an old timey junkman’s wagon, but after we were done, he was trapped in the garage. 1 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a puny guy attacked me while I was in a train station, then turned into Black Adam from Captain Marvel. But I defeated him anyway. 1 Feb<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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