{"id":22252,"date":"2016-08-07T10:47:36","date_gmt":"2016-08-07T14:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=22252"},"modified":"2016-08-07T10:47:36","modified_gmt":"2016-08-07T14:47:36","slug":"in-which-my-dreams-dwindle-down","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2016\/08\/07\/in-which-my-dreams-dwindle-down\/","title":{"rendered":"In which my dreams dwindle down …"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don’t know what’s up with my subconscious, but it’s been delivering fewer dreams to me lately, which means I don’t get to share as many of them as I used to on Twitter<\/a> each morning. The days of 5-7 dreams per night seem to be gone—and I want them back!<\/p>\n

Until they dwindle down to nothing, though, I plan to continue collecting each month’s dreams here to see whether they gain additional meaning when rubbing up against each other.<\/p>\n

And so … last month, I dreamt of Willie Nelson, Stephen King, David Letterman, Boyd Crowder, and more.<\/p>\n

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

I dreamt that to get home, I needed to pass along the Coney Island boardwalk. I felt happy, enjoying the food smells and the sun on my face.\u2028 Jul 31<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a Worldcon crowd when our phones all went off at once, the screens filled with glowing green infinity symbols. But — why?\u2028 Jul 31<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt @BrianKeene<\/a> and I collaborated on a political TV ad — but now that I’m awake, I no longer rememeber the candidate or issue!\u2028 Jul 29<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Willie Nelson came into my hotel room, spotted my ukulele, and suggested we head downstairs for a duet. We sang “I’ll Fly Away.”\u2028 Jul 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I judged a TV show on which @StephenKing<\/a> had to recreate a famous chef’s fried chicken recipe. Alas, I woke before I got a taste!\u2028 Jul 28<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was buying seven pounds of jelly beans for my father (deceased in real life) and trying to decide which flavors I should buy him.\u2028 Jul 24<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that — for a reason I can no longer remember — I was burning all of my possessions, feeding them slowly one by one into the fire.\u2028 Jul 23<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at the funeral of someone I met when I first got into comics fandom, and let someone else who knew him better do the eulogy.\u2028 Jul 22<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d volunteered for a one-way mission to Mars, but as soon as I was on board, kept trying to figure out: How do I get out of this?\u2028 Jul 22<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I showed around the cover proof for my new novel from Tor, which is odd, because I have no upcoming novel, nor plans to write one.\u2028 Jul 19<\/em><\/p>\n

I dream one of my oldest friends and I were bumbling police detectives, the kind who only keep their jobs on sitcoms. We had misadventures.\u2028 Jul 19 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was having a long conversation with David Letterman — about bagels. And my memories of eating them Sunday mornings in Brooklyn.\u2028 Jul 19 \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I asked: “They call me the Anthony @Bourdain <\/a>of science fiction. Did anyone ever call you the Scott Edelman of foodies?” Then woke.\u2028 Jul 17<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt friends came over to help clean up, but instead made a mess, knocking over every bookcase like something out of Laurel and Hardy.\u2028 Jul 17<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of a group fighting a horde of zombies, when suddenly, one of the undead turned to us and began to SPEAK. A new species?\u2028 Jul 12<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Boyd Crowder was my brother, and as we parted he slipped me a note which said we’d never see each other again — he would soon die.\u2028 July 2<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I showed up at San Diego Comic-Con only to realize I’d left my badge back at the hotel miles away, and so had to trudge back there.\u2028 Jul 1<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was the son of Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi. He was angry with me, and chased me round the kitchen. But I woke before he caught me!\u2028 Jul 1<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I don’t know what’s up with my subconscious, but it’s been delivering fewer dreams to me lately, which means I don’t get to share as many of them as I used to on Twitter each morning. The days of 5-7 dreams per night seem to be gone—and I want them back! Until they dwindle down […]<\/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-22252","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\/22252","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=22252"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22257,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22252\/revisions\/22257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}