{"id":19387,"date":"2015-05-01T22:26:04","date_gmt":"2015-05-02T02:26:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=19387"},"modified":"2015-05-01T22:26:04","modified_gmt":"2015-05-02T02:26:04","slug":"my-april-2015-dreams-bill-murray-george-r-r-martin-the-hulk-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2015\/05\/01\/my-april-2015-dreams-bill-murray-george-r-r-martin-the-hulk-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My April 2015 dreams: Bill Murray, George R. R. Martin, the Hulk, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

April’s over, and though it brought plenty of those April showers, it seemed to bring fewer dreams than most months. In fact, I didn’t wake with a remembered dream until the sixth of the month, which is unusual for me. Guess that birthday trip to Copenhagen really wore me out!<\/p>\n

In any case, during the rest of April, I shared over on Twitter<\/a> the dream appearances of Bill Murray, George R. R. Martin, Frank Frazetta, Tracy Morgan, Al Williamson, David Letterman … and the Hulk!<\/p>\n

Here they are, collected in one place so their surreality may perhaps start making sense.<\/p>\n

APRIL 2015<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a crowded Comic-Con hotel, and the manager asked me, “Are you happy?” My answer was so complicated I woke while giving it. Apr 30<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I rode through city streets on a lawnmower which unfortunately ran out of gas … so I had to push it the rest of the way home. Apr 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @shunn<\/a> and @chavoen<\/a> left me in charge of their dog for some reason, and it took the entire weekend for me to gain her trust. Apr 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt our cabbie got in an accident and then expected US to pay for his damage. Much arguing ensued, the police were called, and I woke. Apr 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found myself walking behind @GRRMspeaking<\/a> and @KevinStandlee<\/a>, realized they were chatting privately, and so let them go on alone. Apr 27<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my Mom was dating again, and my Dad (dead 6+ years IRL) tossed me a pair of paints so I’d be dressed appropriately to meet the guy. Apr 26<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I planned to swim to an island in the middle of the Hudson with a group of friends to protest … something. But I don’t know what. Apr 26<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I brought chocolate-covered mushrooms to @tinytempest<\/a>, who (in the dream) I knew had eaten them before and loved them. And we ate. Apr 26<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my wife handed me an antique violin, apparently anticipating I’d know how to play it. I couldn’t, of course — so I woke instead! Apr 26<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I bumped into Stephen Jones at a con and discovered — he’d gone blond! And now he looked like a John Constantine doppelg\u00e4nger. Apr 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a theatrical production in D.C. also attended by Obama, and when I tried to snap a photo, my tech did not work. Of course. Apr 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked at a library and was presented with an ancient book it had taken 30,000 Iraqis six months to restore. I was greatly moved. Apr 23<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt it was my last day on a job, and packing up, I took a photo of me roughhousing with the cast of Superman Returns<\/em> off the wall. Apr 23<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a banquet presenting an award with (years dead IRL) artist Al Williamson to Guy H. Lillian III. The category? No idea! Apr 23<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at my local mall, and someone told me George R.R. Martin was there. I didn’t believe him … until I spotted the Iron Throne! Apr 23<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt we were visiting a foreign country and almost rented an apartment, but then decided — we should rent in a country we’d never seen. Apr 22<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt an angry arcade owner refused to sell me or my son any more tokens beyond our first batch — he said one shot was all we got! Apr 21<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sous vided a brisket for a party given by @MaryRobinette<\/a>, and explained how the recipe had been given to me by Ferran Adri\u00e0. Apr 20<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while at Disney World, I was taken down a wood-paneled underground tunnel to meet who was really in charge — Bill Murray. Apr 20<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Jerry Seinfeld’s son, and went shopping with Tracy Morgan to buy caviar at a snooty shop where we expected to be insulted. Apr 19<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I began to record an interview with China Mi\u00e9ville, he pulled out a can of shaving cream and reshaved his head smooth. Apr 18<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt young Frank Frazetta napped on my couch, and I asked, “How are you the same as when we met in 1974?” He yawned, but did not answer. Apr 18<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I walked the length of Brooklyn to get home, and each traffic light I’d approach turned red on me EVERY TIME, lengthening my trip. Apr 17<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was trying to get dressed for an event, and though I packed HUNDREDS of ties, all were too wild to go with my equally wild shirt. Apr 17<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was arrested in an unidentified Spanish-speaking country, and after a day in jail, the police put me on a plane and sent me home. Apr 17<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a banquet and won the Stoker Award for Poetry. Which was kinda weird since I haven’t published a poem in 20 years or more. Apr 17<\/em><\/p>\n

One of my dreams last night involved Captain Jack Harkness … but sadly, I have no memory of where we were or what we were doing. Grrrrr. Apr 16<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I strummed the uke for David Letterman, who responded with his usual uncomfortable grimace. I couldn’t tell if it meant anything. Apr 16<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a vendor at a fair refused to sell me one of his deep-fried slices of cherry pie. He’d sell me a deep-fried beef sandwich though. Apr 15<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while I visited Harlan Ellison to help organize his stuff, Steve Martin dropped by with his pet ant, which he kept on a leash. Apr 15<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I had to leap between a guy whose kid had just been hit by a car and the driver of that car to stop them from killing each other. Apr 13<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was traveling by train with Paul Di Filippo, which was made difficult by the fact that he was carrying an iPad as big as a door! Apr 10<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was deep in conversation about Surrealism, trying to remember the name of a certain Surrealist. I grabbed my iPhone … and woke! Apr 9<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was swatted, but luckily, when the police arrived, they were all aware of the concept of swatting and things turned out OK. Whew! Apr 9<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I ripped open a bag of chocolate Twizzlers, only to be horrified they tasted nothing like chocolate. Into the trash they went! Apr 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was supposed to meet my wife to see a movie — when I arrived, she was already stumbling out, proclaiming the film as TERRIBLE. Apr 8<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the Hulk was about to go nuts in the next room, and I distracted him so that others could get some kids out before they got hurt. Apr 6<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my father and I watched an old movie musical, and were waiting for a Cole Porter song we knew would come. But woke before it came. Apr 6<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

April’s over, and though it brought plenty of those April showers, it seemed to bring fewer dreams than most months. In fact, I didn’t wake with a remembered dream until the sixth of the month, which is unusual for me. Guess that birthday trip to Copenhagen really wore me out! In any case, during the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[12],"class_list":["post-19387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19387"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19397,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387\/revisions\/19397"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}