{"id":20468,"date":"2015-09-02T21:08:33","date_gmt":"2015-09-03T01:08:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=20468"},"modified":"2015-09-02T21:08:33","modified_gmt":"2015-09-03T01:08:33","slug":"my-august-2015-dreams-deadpool-the-queen-of-england-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2015\/09\/02\/my-august-2015-dreams-deadpool-the-queen-of-england-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My August 2015 dreams: Deadpool, the Queen of England, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I took several  trips last month, which meant my dream time took a hit, because I tend not to dream when I&#8217;m not sleeping in my own bed on a regular schedule. So this monthly gathering of dreams is fairly slight. <\/p>\n<p>Still, in August, I did dream of Deadpool, Megan Draper, the Queen of England, and more.<\/p>\n<p>Check it out below.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>AUGUST 2015<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that as my wife and I walked along a river in London, we saw two unaccompanied women walking toward us &#8230; and one was the Queen! <em>Aug 31<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I owned a tin toy plane from World War II, and was nervously carrying it around in a pristine original box to auction houses. <em>Aug 31<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that as we sped down the highway, my wife and son kept taking over for one another behind the steering wheel, which terrified me. <em>Aug 31<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a Nebula banquet was about to begin, and we all entered the room while singing &#8220;Give My Regards to Broadway.&#8221; (I have no idea why.)<em> Aug 31<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I visited the Museum of Jurassic Technology with Walter Jon Williams. Woke before we got through the front door though, darn it! <em>Aug 31<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I looked out into our front yard and noticed burial plots there, and wondered what I&#8217;d need to do to get permission for more. <em>Aug 29<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I went to a writers workshop at a friends house and discovered a dealers room right in the midst of it, making it hard to workshop. <em>Aug 29<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a friend of mine dated one of Peter Pan&#8217;s Lost Boys, and was worried the relationship wouldn&#8217;t work out. I tried to cheer him up. <em>Aug 29<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt Johnny Depp won an Oscar for Superman, and I sat around with friends arguing at great length over whether he really deserved it. <em>Aug 18<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that while in the cosplay which IRL will be revealed Wednesday at <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/search?f=tweets&#038;vertical=default&#038;q=%23sasquan&#038;src=tyah\">#Sasquan<\/a>, I ran into Bob Silverberg, who was suitably shocked. <em>Aug 17<\/em><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Lost a dream because I can&#8217;t read the entirety of this scrawled middle-of-the-night note: TRUMP EDITOR TRY NOT TO [ILLEGIBLE] [ILLEGIBLE] <em>Aug 16<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my wife called me to the backyard, where I discovered she&#8217;d installed a beautifully landscaped sunken pool &#8230; with a waterfall! <em>Aug 16<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I starred in a long-running TV show, and we were shooting the final scene, which had me shutting the lights as I gazed at the set. <em>Aug 14<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a mutant chased by other mutants, trying to lead them into narrow corridors because my powers worked best in confined spaces. <em>Aug 14<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a new Superman TV show starred Superman himself, but filming kept getting interrupted whenever he was called away for an emergency. <em>Aug 12<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I had my bank deliver suitcases filled with thousands of dollars in pennies, which I spread out as a carpet across the living room. <em>Aug 12<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I ran a women&#8217;s shelter, then dreamt I was in a play about running a shelter, then shifted back to the first dream, confusing me. <em>Aug 11<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my teeth fell out &#8212; just the bone, none of the fillings &#8212; and then all the metal bits fell out on their own. It did not alarm me. <em>Aug 10<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was with my Dad (six years dead in real life), explaining how the apps on his new iPhone worked. Not quite sure I was succeeding. <em>Aug 10<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a zombie bodyguard talking to a new client. That is &#8212; I get hired by people who don&#8217;t have the skills to defend themselves. <em>Aug 10<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Up from a nap in which I dreamt I was being led to my execution. And as I approached my end, this is what I sang. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=WPav8_wETbY\">https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=WPav8_wETbY<\/a> <em>Aug 9<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in a restaurant with <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/BrianKeene\">@BrianKeene<\/a>, who told a lengthy shaggy dog story which I&#8217;ve completely forgotten now that I&#8217;m awake. <em>Aug 9<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I dropped a bundle on a copy of <em>Action<\/em> #1 so I could mutilate it by cutting out a coupon, thus horrifying every comics fan alive. <em>Aug 9<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt we were packing for a move, and owned nothing but books. No furniture, no cookware, no clothing, no electronics &#8212; just books! <em>Aug 9<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a lost Chaplin film, suppressed by the man himself, had been found. I was thrilled, and happily telling all my friends about it. <em>Aug 8<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was trying to reach a small town comics shop, but ended up at a donut shop instead. (Then my wife wanted to go to Aldi instead.) <em>Aug 5<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The air conditioning here at Del Boca Vista is so strong I dreamt I was trapped in a supermarket frozen food aisle, cold air assaulting me. <em>Aug 5<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I bought a bag of pretzels cobranded by Bill Cosby and the Church of Scientology. Which seemed a weird product even in the dream. <em>Aug 4<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in a foreign land and my translator was arrested because a logo on his shirt matched the logo of a movie the dictator hated. <em>Aug 3<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a road was so filled with turkeys and chickens I couldn&#8217;t pass. Until I tried to take a photo, and then, of course, they dispersed. <em>Aug 3<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve lost a dream because this middle-of-the-night note doesn&#8217;t act as a catalyst for my memory: STRANDED MINNEAPOLIS HEROIN ADDICT NARC <em>Aug 3<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was fired by a former IRL boss from some new company I didn&#8217;t even know I worked at. As I left, Don Draper&#8217;s wife Megan cried. <em>Aug 3<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I made cheesecake batter, poured it into a pan, and popped it in the oven. But when I pulled it out, it had turned into cornbread! <em>Aug 2<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I shifted to an alternate universe in which EVERYONE was Deadpool &#8212; I was surrounded by fat, thin, young, old, etc. Deadpools! <em>Aug 2<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I saw a few plants that seemed sad and potbound, so I freed them &#8212; and they instantly popped up, completely engulfing a building. <em>Aug 2<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my old Bullpen pal Jim Salicrup had turned into a zombie and was coming after me. Only he was very polite &#8212; he kept apologizing! <em>Aug 2<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I took several trips last month, which meant my dream time took a hit, because I tend not to dream when I&#8217;m not sleeping in my own bed on a regular schedule. So this monthly gathering of dreams is fairly slight. 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