{"id":21125,"date":"2015-12-09T15:59:38","date_gmt":"2015-12-09T20:59:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=21125"},"modified":"2015-12-09T15:59:38","modified_gmt":"2015-12-09T20:59:38","slug":"in-november-i-dreamt-of-will-smith-peter-falk-harlan-ellison-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2015\/12\/09\/in-november-i-dreamt-of-will-smith-peter-falk-harlan-ellison-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"In November, I dreamt of Will Smith, Peter Falk, Harlan Ellison, and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s getting late in December for me to be looking back at November’s dreams, but hey, life sometimes works that way. Regardless of the delay, I still enjoy (and some of you seem to as well) seeing whether my surreal dreams as posted on Twitter<\/a> make any more sense when gathered together on a monthly basis. So …<\/p>\n

Last month, I dreamt of Will Smith, Peter Falk, Ron (not Ronald) Reagan, George Bush, Harlan Ellison … and perhaps some of you as well!<\/p>\n

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

\u2028Found a note I scribbled in the middle of the night describing a dream: CHINATOWN GANDALF. But too much time has passed. I remember nothing! Nov 30<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was at a BBQ shack eating a rack of ribs which had been rolled in kernels of corn. And as I dug in, I thought: What a great idea! Nov 29<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt @CraigEngler<\/a> was in charge of making the next Muppets<\/em> movie, and I was helping out by scripting the section that spoofed Star Wars<\/em>. Nov 29<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt my (late) father and I were in a hotel, and they sent a complimentary bottle of tequila to our room because it was his birthday.<\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I forged documents for @EllenDatlow<\/a> and @Cadigan<\/a> — but now that I’m awake, I can’t remember what they were. Letters of transit? Nov 27<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I helped my (fictional) niece elope with her boyfriend, and when the rest of the family caught up with us, they were NOT happy. Nov 26<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I ran into my parents, young, in a Starbucks, and when I asked what they were doing there, Dad tried to answer, but instead cried. Nov 25<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was Will Smith in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air<\/em> universe, and Uncle Phil was trying to convince me to go out for Little League. Nov 25<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a gameshow with Jaye P. Morgan and Peter Falk. She spotted a phone number on his collar, so we called it. It was a lawyer. Nov 25<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I spotted a small plane drifting along on a parachute and chased it through a city. Turned out it was a TV station’s weather drone. Nov 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I searched a string of bakeries near my home, and once I found the perfect cheese danish — discovered I’d left my wallet at home! Nov 24<\/em> \u2028<\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I stepped outside a horror con to find @BrianKeene<\/a> leading a protest against an unsavory dealer, with a sign comparing him to ISIS. Nov 24<\/em> \u2028<\/p>\n

\u2028Lost a dream because this somewhat illegible, middle-of-the-night note no longer acts as a catalyst: FOREIGN SHRINE – NYT [UNREADABLE] Nov 22<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028Many different dreams of meals last night — including eclairs and blueberry scones with Ron Reagan, baklava with @mrbelm<\/a> and @bdianemartin<\/a>. Nov 22<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt Michael Dirda suddenly developed an interest in pro wrestling and wanted to see a match — but not on a Saturday. I don’t know why. Nov 22<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt two friends were trapped outside my house while zombies circled, and I struggled to figure out a way to get them inside safely. Nov 22<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was at a comics con and stunned to see a guy was having every writer and artist present sign his mint copy of Fantastic Four<\/em> #1. Nov 19<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I pulled off the highway to a rest stop where all the candy machines overflowed with change, so the floor was a carpet of coins. Nov 19<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt my son discovered something wrong with our gas range, and foolishly, we all gathered close around it, watching until it exploded. Nov 19<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I discovered my Dad had been in movie musicals with Lucille Ball, and when I asked Mom why no one ever told me … she shrugged. Nov 18<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a Hugo ceremony where the trophies were so tall + unbalanced they threatened to topple whenever someone crossed the stage. Nov 18<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt a guy was bothering two waitresses, so I reached inside his chest and squeezed his heart until he collapsed, then quickly left. Nov 17<\/em><\/p>\n

Woke at 4:00 a.m., scribbled first line of new story. Went to sleep, dreamt of driving, pulling over to scribble first line of new story. Nov 17<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was at a restaurant which offered an endless supply of white truffles — about as decadent a dream as I can remember having! Nov 15<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I rode a double-decker bus that passed a marching band which included clowns and stilt walkers. But I grumbled — I had no camera! Nov 15<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I phoned Bob Eggleton to compliment him on one of his paintings — then realized it was much too late to call. But he was OK. Whew! Nov 15<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I ran into @barrygoldblatt<\/a>, who decided to stop agenting and turn full-time writer, as he was about to discuss his book with @pnh<\/a>. Nov 13<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I chased an insect — part grasshopper, part stick bug, part praying mantis — trying not to smoosh it so you could ID it for me. Nov 13<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was having dinner at @RosesLuxury<\/a> and a dish of scorpions was served. My foolish friends didn’t care for them — they were tasty! Nov 12<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was home, deep snows had fallen, plows had JUST gotten to my street, and I worried if I’d make today’s dinner at Damon Baehrel. Nov 9<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was using a detached pinball machine shooter to shoot Mylar balloons wafting through the sky while Bush the Younger watched. Nov 5<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited Harlan Ellison and we ended up singing tunes from Broadway shows, which was fun, only — I don’t remember which songs! Nov 4<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I couldn’t cross a bridge because I was blocked by workers picking up the remnants of dead squirrels and scrubbing the pavement. Nov 4<\/em><\/p>\n

I bought @IreneVartanoff<\/a> a T-shirt (of what I don’t remember), but once I got the bag home, it contained — a Superman beach towel. Nov 4<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt it was only 16 miles to home, so I decided to walk — then the trail passed through a carnival, and I wasn’t able to find it again. Nov 4<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my son and I wandered a mall food court unable to decide what to eat — should we buy bread? knishes? — and then I woke up HUNGRY. Nov 3<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt @BrianKeene<\/a> was MC at a Worldcon, and things went awry. (Which is what I get for binge-listening to episodes of @TheHorrorShowBK<\/a>!) Nov 3<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt a little girl rode by on the back of a baby elephant. Her Dad didn’t want her picture taken, so I snapped the OTHER baby elephant. Nov 3<\/em><\/p>\n

I woke dreaming you had died, and was thinking sad thoughts of goodbye as the real world intruded. I’ll phone you soon, make sure you’re OK. Nov 1<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s getting late in December for me to be looking back at November’s dreams, but hey, life sometimes works that way. Regardless of the delay, I still enjoy (and some of you seem to as well) seeing whether my surreal dreams as posted on Twitter make any more sense when gathered together on a monthly […]<\/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-21125","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\/21125","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=21125"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21125\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21131,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21125\/revisions\/21131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21125"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21125"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}