{"id":21851,"date":"2016-05-02T22:39:43","date_gmt":"2016-05-03T02:39:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=21851"},"modified":"2016-05-02T22:39:43","modified_gmt":"2016-05-03T02:39:43","slug":"in-april-i-dreamt-of-nichelle-nichols-vincent-donofrio-david-letterman-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2016\/05\/02\/in-april-i-dreamt-of-nichelle-nichols-vincent-donofrio-david-letterman-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"In April, I dreamt of Nichelle Nichols, Vincent D’Onofrio, David Letterman and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

Whenever I get to feeling maybe I shouldn’t bother continuing to share my dreams over on Twitter<\/a>, that no one could possible care about them, someone surprises me by … well … caring<\/em>. I’m always amazed when someone asks, “Is anything wrong? You haven’t posted many dreams lately!”<\/p>\n

So for them, if not for you, I’ve gathered my dreams tweets from April below, which feature guest appearances by Nichelle Nichols, Vincent D’Onofrio, Rick Moranis, David Letterman and more.<\/p>\n

And so … I dream on.<\/p>\n

April 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I tried to show @mojaveb<\/a> a jacket I’d bought—it was Michael Jackson’s from Thriller<\/em>—but it kept turning into the wrong one! Apr 30<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was at David Letterman’s house, ignoring all of his no-so-subtle hints I should leave. Instead, I kept trying to make him laugh. Apr 30 <\/em> <\/p>\n

I dreamt I worked with Don Draper, who wanted me to head out to a party. But I insisted I’d rather be home with my wife. (He was not happy.) Apr 30 <\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I wandered a romance convention trying to find my wife … and instead found Nichelle Nichols! Never found my wife, though. Apr 29<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was President Obama, in a theater introducing a special performance of Hamilton<\/em> to an appreciative kids-only audience. Apr 28<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I visited Marie Severin’s mausoleum with my parents—which is doubly strange, because IRL she’s still around while they’re not! Apr 28<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028Lost a dream because all I can read of my night note is “ME & [TWO ILLEGIBLE WORDS] ALIEN INVASION.” So my memory catalyst has failed me! Apr 24<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I wandered with a toddler through an obstacle-filled city, and as I went over and around them, he went under and through. A lesson? Apr 24<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028There is no dream so sad as the one in which you buy a pie, begin to eat that pie, and from which you wake to discover—THERE IS NO PIE. Apr 21<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was on a flight home from Moscow, but for some reason we were being forbidden to enter U.S. airspace, and so had to turn back. Apr 19<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was big, bald Vincent D’Onofrio—only not the Kingpin in Daredevil<\/em>, but Daddy Warbucks in Little Orphan Annie<\/em>. And doing good! Apr 18<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I opened my freezer to discover it filled with ice cream, pie, and grilled cheese sandwiches—but woke before I got to eat any! Apr 18<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I owned a huge, peaceful dog who made me happy … surprising, as I have no interest in owning a pet. Well, except for a capybara. Apr 18<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I worked in the White House, and President Obama needed me to deliver an unsliced loaf of bread to Joe Biden IMMEDIATELY. So I ran! Apr 17<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt Rick Moranis and I flagged down a limo and drove around NYC pranking people. Can’t remember the pranks now that I’m awake though! Apr 16 <\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I went to an art gallery where I mistook all of the art for furniture, and the artist wasn’t happy each time I tried to sit down. Apr 16<\/em> <\/p>\n

I dreamt I gave a eulogy for Will Ferrell, who couldn’t make it. He didn’t like my reading, so I said I’d kill someone so I could try again. Apr 16<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt a family of beavers appeared outside—beavers as big as humans! And so aware of our presence they posed and smiled for photos. Apr 15<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was throwing a party, someone sent a huge and delicious-looking deli platter, and just as I was about to crack it open—I woke! Apr 15<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I stood by a river when a wild man threw in a stone and told me that if I touched it I would live forever. So I dove in and did so. Apr 14<\/em> <\/p>\n

I dreamt Phil Rachelson gave a talk on coloring, and in the audience we Bullpenners wore Marvel t-Shirts — but Roger Slifer wore a DC one! Apr 14<\/em> <\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hired to play piano at a country club—not inside, but out in the parking lot to entertain guests as they left their cars. Apr 13<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I decided to heat tomato soup by pouring it into a toaster. Luckily, I woke before discovering the results of this stupid idea. Apr 7<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was a small woman married to a large, abusive man, and desperately trying to avoid setting him off. Not a pleasant dream. Apr 7<\/em> <\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered Worldcon, where the freebie table was filled with posters advertising the Flash TV show—drawn by Carmine Infantino! Apr 6<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I dodged zombies in an abandoned apartment building, but as I was about I escape I saw humans outside, and was more afraid of THEM. Apr 6<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was writing captions for a huge book on the history of SF, struggling to make them understood by both a general and fan audience. Apr 4<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt @dreamoforgonon<\/a> did paintings of roadkill frogs, each representing a lost loved one. And I said: “Those are people who died, died.” Apr 3<\/em> <\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was printing unapproved literature in my basement, so the government barged in, smashed my presses, and seized all my pamphlets. Apr 2<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Whenever I get to feeling maybe I shouldn’t bother continuing to share my dreams over on Twitter, that no one could possible care about them, someone surprises me by … well … caring. I’m always amazed when someone asks, “Is anything wrong? You haven’t posted many dreams lately!” So for them, if not for you, […]<\/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-21851","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\/21851","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=21851"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21851\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21859,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21851\/revisions\/21859"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21851"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21851"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}