here<\/a>, but always find they have added relevance and poetry (well, to me, at least) when gathered together. So here are the 107 dreams that came to me in my sleep during the final month of 2010.<\/p>\nDECEMBER 2010<\/strong><\/p>\nI dreamt I was involved in a contentious, deadlocked school board meeting, so I suggested voters choose a side and vote half of us out. 31 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I couldn’t cross the border, so @doctorow lent me his passport. Only after I got home did I wonder — how exactly did that work? 31 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that in the midst of a party, our kitchen filled so deeply with water it spilled out the windows. Yet we continued serving food. 31 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was dragging a massive alligator by its tail through a forest. I didn’t care that it was protesting, furiously snapping its jaws. 31 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was at a massive Chinese banquet — in China — and didn’t recognize a single dish put on the table. It all looked good, though! 30 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI’ve lost a dream. I can make out “one of my parents died” from my middle of the night note, but the final defining word is gibberish. FDSP? 30 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I made my living assembling massive DVD boxed sets in my basement, and grew weary of endless folding, glueing, and shrink-wrapping. 30 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I got in a gunfight with Richard Boone. Even though I shot him at least a dozen times, he continued to lie there, twitching. 30 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I chased chickens through the streets of Manhattan. Never managed to catch any, though. 30 Dec<\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I hugged my late father in front of my house and said, “I miss you.” Smiling, he answered, “Why do you miss me? I’m right here.” 29 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nLost a dream because I can’t decipher my note, which reads UCC (or ILL or USE) PAUPER (or PAPER) PAID ATE APPLE. Which means what? 29 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I fought back against two criminals by tying a bomb to a dog and sending it to play with them. (PETA would NOT like my dreams.) 29 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I bumped in Brian Keene in a hotel. He introduced me to his friend Joe Zubrovich, who was also MY friend, so we were all surprised. 29 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I hopped in the car with my parents for a long, unplanned road trip through FL, the ultimate destination of which was Disney World. 29 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I slowly drove my Jeep through mud and tall weeds at night until I got to the beach, then sped along through the shallow surf. 28 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was lost in the London underground, dragging a vast amount of luggage behind me, asking and never getting the directons I needed. 28 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Gabe Kaplan was in the hospital and hid behind a door because he didn’t want to put on one of those ridiculously revealing gowns. 28 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Bill Hader, dressed as a cliched mad scientist, was a graphic designer who cackled as we worked at a computer on my upcoming book. 28 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was Patrick Jane, winning a knife fight against a heavily tattooed gang member. Then I was Rigsby, asking Jane for suit advice. 27 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I watched parading actors in BSG garb promote a Syfy show. So I pointed at air and said “Those actors are promoting Invisible Man.” 26 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I went to a school to research its history, but then I turned and left — because I realized I could get better info off Wikipedia. 26 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I ran through an airport rushing to catch a plane. My shoes flew off from the speed, their tongues flapping in the air behind me. 26 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was at the supermarket doing my job as set dresser for a popular TV sitcom by buying huge, brightly colored votive candles. 25 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I walked single file in an unruly crowd pushing and shoving its way across a rickety, swaying bridge over the Snake River Canyon. 25 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was on the beach, attempting to eat a massive burger and fries to win a food challenge, and surprised I wasn’t getting full. 25 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a dream obviously inspired by last night’s viewing of The Event. I was being chased, and running, running, running. (From whom?) 24 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was the handler of spy Jason O’Mara, warning him to put away a explosively destructive supergun and not use it in a public place. 24 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dream I wandered the aisles of Comic-Con when I saw Irene with a recorder and notepad, interviewing someone. But I had no idea who it was. 24 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was Holly Hunter from Broadcast News –but I was a detective, screaming at a cop on a golf course for destroying murder evidence. 24 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a handyman complained he was having trouble breathing because the house was too warm, so I had him shove his head in the freezer. 23 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I rushed around my childhood Canarsie home getting a FedEx ready, as Liz Gorinsky did the same. We debated who would drop them off. 23 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nJust read more of the Cyril Kornbluth bio and relived the 1940 Worldcon. I’m boggled at how many attendees I later got the chance to know. 22 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was filming a cameo for the upcoming Superman reboot movie in a scene that had me chatting with George H. W. Bush. 22 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I gave a gift of the most perfect, platonic ideal of a cantaloupe the world has ever seen. (Plus a not-so-perfect turkey leg.) 20 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that while walking through Boston, I phoned Irene suggesting we try to meet up in Chinatown for brisket sandwiches. (Chinatown?) 20 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was at the zoo with a menacing Joe Pesci, who was threatening me for no particular reason. Just because that’s the way he is. 20 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I bumped into an old friend, the exuberant Zero Mostel, who asked how the Shakespearean production in which I was Oberon was going. 20 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that while crossing a hotel lobby, I got caught up with ornately dressed Japanese dancers, and moved with them in endless circles. 19 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Irene and I rushed through a strange, rainy city with fantastic architecture trying to get home while people laughed around us. 19 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was up against Vladimir Putin in a strange singing competition. Sadly, now that I’m awake, I can’t recall the songs we butchered. 18 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Jon Stewart and I held a meeting to discuss our plan to each take a leave of absence so we could swap jobs for a few months. 18 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I spoke to my friend Allan about how I was going to cancel my upcoming Florida trip so I wouldn’t miss the new Spider-Man TV show. 18 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that when intermission ended for a Broadway performance of “Fiddler on the Roof,” I skipped Act II to remain in the lobby chatting. 17 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I wandered an office with the remaining two-thirds of a leftover birthday cake, trying to give it away. But no one wanted any. 17 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I took part in an experiment in which I had to sniff several dozen test tubes and attempt to guess the smell of each. Not fun. 17 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that while at Clarion I was asked whether I wanted to see a performance of “The Chocolate Blade Runner.” Inconceivably, I passed. 17 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was alone in the Marvel Bullpen with Danny Crespi. We shouted at each other from opposite sides of the room in loud conversation. 16 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was undercover at a bar, eating nachos while pumping the bartender for info about a pool player on the other side of the room. 16 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was at a table in a dealers room at which comics were stacked taller than I was, flipping through EC Comics on sale for 75 cents. 16 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I came upon a scenic view of the ocean, which vanished and reappeared as the shoreline impossibly bobbed. But it didn’t bother me. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt my wife told me her sister told her she was worried because I seemed to be having more anxiety dreams lately. (But I’m not. Am I?) 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I walked through an unknown countryside. I grew nervous when I heard voices ahead, so I put on a cowboy hat, thinking I’d fit in. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was a character in a show sort of like The Office. And I was the sidekick. (Why not the lead?) So I spent my life bantering. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was assembling a massive pile of red and green LEGOs into … I had no idea what. Turned out to be a gigantic Christmas ornament. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was in Europe, but unsure of which country. I tried to figure it out by the accent of my ancient waiter as he described desserts. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was at a Chinese banquet with Tom Doyle and Beth Delaney held in a cave. One of our revelers ran down a tunnel. We gave chase. 15 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt my parents told me killer bees clogged Japan. I tried to get them to clarify whether bees or fleeing Japanese did the clogging. 14 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I flipped through hundreds of random newspaper articles clipped by my late Uncle Jack and wondered if I was obligated to keep them. 13 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Michael Burstein was reading someone’s novel on his laptop to critique it, and called me over to point out the silly illustrations. 13 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt my father handed me a scrap of paper containing a URL he wanted me to visit, but it wouldn’t work no matter how many times I tried. 13 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was Fred Astaire dancing with an inanimate object — a poster for a superhero musical with Bam! Pow! sound effects all over it. 13 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I looked down from a skyscraper at a field of horses who took turns flipping each other into the air by a rope held in their teeth. 12 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was being led through a haunted house, and when we got to the bedroom, the sleeper who leapt up to shout “Boo!” was Stephen King. 12 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I worked in an office with former coworker Patrick Lee where we debated who got to keep a set of Legion of Super-Heroes statuettes. 11 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I tried to prove my innocence to drug-hunting cops with an AA chip, but whenever I’d reach into my pocket, I’d just find quarters. 11 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I had my photo taken between Obama and Clinton (Bill) at the White House, and wondered whether I was allowed to tweet about it. 10 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was a Men in Black era Will Smith, engaged in a firefight atop the Washington monument. As usual for dream, every shot missed. 10 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I bitched to a politician who looked exactly like Seth Meyers that since he was failing he should at least go down like a Democrat. 10 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I tackled a teenager to cries of “Stop him!” I phoned 911, but the police never came. Then both the kid and my iPhone were gone. 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was an old Hispanic man hanging tin signs in my kitchen, but only when my wife wasn’t around. She didn’t like me up on ladders. 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I got a part-time job as a bouncer at a Times Square restaurant, and stood out front chatting with the owner on my first day. 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt busses and trucks filled with people arrived at my house for some unknown reason as one old man sang the Beatles song “The End.” 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was waking from a dream into another dream which I knew would be a nightmare and shouted loudly, struggling to wake to real life. 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I wandered an unfamiliar hallway, peering in rooms. Finally I saw John Kessel in a critiquing circle and realized I was at Clarion. 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was hanging with Cory Doctorow when Diane von F\u00fcrstenberg geeked out over him. And then he asked, “Who’s Diane von F\u00fcrstenberg?” 9 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I helped David Hartwell find an apartment. In one, Patrick Nielsen Hayden and I stared out at a vista from a Road Runner cartoon. 8 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a storm blew in which covered me from head to toe with grass clippings. 8 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a friend of mine committed mass murder and I sat by him among the bodies for the police to arrive so he could peacefully surrender. 8 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that I was at an airport, and realized I had no need to BE at an airport. But I also realized I had no way of getting home either. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt that as I walked in NY, Steve Martin was coming the other way. As we passed, I told him I was sorry about that 92nd Street Y thing. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Bill Nye bumped into me (literally) at a hotel, and we joked about how he’d done the same thing at a different hotel last week. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I could see dead people, and an old man showed up with others who could do the same to convince me to let him make money off of it. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I plunged into hip deep oily water to rescue a stack of books and store them in a car parked in front of my childhood apartment. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Irene was in the mood to shop for vintage 1940s’ movie posters, so she suggested that we immediately hop on a plane to London. 7 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Irene and I were flying over a zoo, and as we passed the cages with the most dangerous animals, I feared our powers would fail. 6 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a kid bumped into Irene and planted a roll of Life Savers on her so he could accuse her of pockpocketing him. Why? I have no idea. 6 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I wandered the streets of London wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with that Les Edwards zombified portrait of me. I felt underdressed. 6 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I had to eat my way to the bottom of a huge ornamental bottle of preserved pears to retrieve a phone number at the bottom. 6 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Irene and I were walking through the air using magic shoes. (There was no explanation in the dream as to how or why we got them.) 6 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I planned my wedding to a man I only knew online not thinking it odd we’d yet to meet, that I was already married, or he was a man. 5 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I defended myself by shoving a thumb into an attacker’s eye socket and saying if he didn’t back off, he’d lose an eye. So he left. 5 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt a crowd of people pointed to the sky at something awesome, but I missed it all because I had my head down as I ran for my camera. 5 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I dove into giant snowdrifts, but as I landed and was engulfed by the stuff, I realized it wasn’t snow — it was marshmallow Fluff! 5 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt Ashton Kutcher snubbed me. Neil Patrick Harris told me it was because I’d gossiped about him. I hadn’t, so soon we were pals again. 5 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was one of Wesley Snipes’ backup singers in a musical competition, performing impossible spins and dips as I sang along. We won! 4 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was in my HS cafeteria showing off my Hugo Award to friend Allan Grosman. The trophy base was made out of an actual meteorite. 4 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt every Clarion student and teacher rented a beach house. I get why Kowal, Bradford and Meisner were there. But why Alexander Siddig? 3 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt two mastiffs were continuously leapfrogging over each other, which only ended when the larger one landed atop the DayGlo green one. 3 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I attended a funeral and hundreds of living and dead comics pros were there. (So it must have been of someone important. But who?) 2 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I tried to buy a drink, but the bar wouldn’t serve me since my license was missing a special symbol. (Odd, because I don’t drink!) 2 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was being robbed on the subway, and surprised to find I had hundred dollar bills in my wallet that I didn’t know I had. 2 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was checking out of the top floor of a hotel and pushing my luggage down the stairs in a battered supermarket shopping cart. 2 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I watched a huge tree topple in the storm that was actually happening when I woke. (The storm, that is, not the toppling tree.) 1 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I flipped through a copy of TIME magazine which contained a gallery of its more famous covers drawn by kids in manga style. 1 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I visited a bank in a post-apocalyptic world to withdraw $10,000 for a member of our group too sick to travel. It didn’t go well. 1 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt I was warned by a network that I’d be an unwilling participant in a reality TV program. Unfortunately, I can’t remember which show. 1 Dec <\/em><\/p>\nI dreamt my plane was being hijacked to Cuba (So last century!) As we landed, turbulence made the hijacker’s gun go off, shooting the pilot. 1 Dec <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"December 2010 delivered what was (even for me) an unusually active dreamlife. One night I even harvested seven dreams! I tweet them on a daily basis here, but always find they have added relevance and poetry (well, to me, at least) when gathered together. 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