{"id":3060,"date":"2011-06-03T20:56:16","date_gmt":"2011-06-04T00:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=3060"},"modified":"2011-06-03T20:56:16","modified_gmt":"2011-06-04T00:56:16","slug":"my-may-2011-dream-tweets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2011\/06\/03\/my-may-2011-dream-tweets\/","title":{"rendered":"My May 2011 dream tweets"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last month seemed less rife with remembered dreams than other months, perhaps because it was once again a heavy convention month, leading to exhaustion, which resulted in my leaving dreams behind when I woke. But still, there were some, and they were once more filled with comic book and science fiction settings. And people.<\/p>\n

Appearing in this month’s dreams were Julia Roberts, Rex Reed, Stone Cold Steve Austin, all the Glee<\/em> kids, Adam-Troy Castro, John Barrowman, and who knows? Maybe you!<\/p>\n

MAY 2011<\/p>\n

I’ve lost one of my dreams, because I have no idea what my hastily scribbled middle-of-the-night note means: “did not eat cookies” May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my son phoned to tell me he was in a fender bender, which was only odd as a dream because in real life, he doesn’t drive. May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was invited to be guest lecturer but had to agree via an inaccessible computer locked away in a room occupied by a marching band. May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I came upon a dry riverbed, but after I drilled a whole in the middle, it flowed once more, and I could speed down it on a raft. May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was dying at age 79 in a post-apocalyptic world, and as I did so I gave the lucky coin that had kept me alive to my grandson. May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as my father and I hunted for a space in a parking garage, we sang the doo-wop song, “My Juanita.” http:\/\/tinyurl.com\/3nl5yxp<\/a> May 31 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I appeared in a show playing the guitar and singing about a woman who woke up to discover one of her kidneys had been stolen. May 30 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hanging out with Stan Lee, and helping him remember a superhero created in 1987, which felt both far away and like yesterday. May 29 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my boss was leading a discussion of the Thor movie in a college dorm, and I was the only one who spoke out against it. May 29 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on the lawn, realized the ants were intelligent, and could understand what they were saying. They were conspiring against me! May 29 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered a crowded mall filled with nothing but many groups of bridesmaids in their matching dresses. Boy, were they raucous! May 29 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I woke in a crowded intersection in my pajamas during rush hour. I was confused, and Kevin Spacey commiserated with me. May 28 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that after a friend’s Dad died, we found a magnifying glass and key of steampunk design, filled with clues. Adventures awaited us! May 28 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a talk show to discuss my SF collection, but can’t recall for sure whether the host was Cheyenne Jackson or Will Arnett. May 28 <\/em><\/p>\n

I’ve lost a dream, because I have no memory of what this hastily scribbled middle-of-the-night note is supposed to mean: “CALL FROM MAID” May 27 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my father, played by a Jaws-era Roy Scheider, returned home in search of something he’d left behind, but he was unable to find it. May 27 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a small town watching an old timey parade. I felt my hands moving, and looked down to see I’d eaten an entire cherry pie. May 26 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a con watching as Bud Sparhawk chased an obnoxious heckler through a crowded dealers room, failing to catch up with him. May 26 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I spotted a larger than life wolf in an unidentified city, and when I approached to admire it, it meowed meekly like a kitten. May 23 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while in one of those long snaking lines to go through customs, I was stabbed in the hip with a pencil. No one seemed to care. May 23 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt John Barrowman was a meek, mild-mannered guy who was suddenly possessed by the spirit of a serial killer named Brontmir. May 23 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I had a long talk with Michael Moore about his next doc, and then later talked with NBC exec Mark Stern about my Moore talk. May 22 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a neighbor was attacked near our house, and I had to rescue him with my shotgun. There was a standoff until police were called. May 21 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove with the Glee kids squeezed in my car, telling them how much I loved Irene. They didn’t believe me since she wasn’t there. May 21 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Ken Cosgrove (why him!?) from Mad Men, filling the trunk of my car with bananas and driving to a lake for a Don Draper shoot. May 20 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my niece and nephew visited, and after opening all of our windows, headed off on the D.C. Metro to wander museums on their own. May 19 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at John Clute’s flat packing for a Lord of the Rings tour. And I don’t mean just of movie sets, but of the real Middle-earth! May 19 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I accidentally locked myself out of my squalid Brooklyn apartment early one morning, and padded barefoot to the local bagel shop. May 18 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was taking a proofreading test at DC using a color photocopy of a Batman story, and finding that all the wrong words were bold. May 18 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my boss and I complained to each other on the cell while I inspected a chain link fence so that caged birds stayed trapped inside. May 18 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Warren Lapine and I gave a presentation on Jack Kirby, bringing along dozens of pages of original art we could only own in dream. May 17 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at an all-night con party where everyone sang, but whenever I was about to begin, someone else jumped in and poached my song. May 17 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my grandmother (dead in real life) went missing, but eventually pieced together the truth — she was off with her new boyfriend. May 17 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my brother’s head fell off, but as long as I pressed it tightly against his neck, he was fine. We agreed not to tell our mother. May 17 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was waiting for my (dead) Uncle Jack to call to be picked up from the train station, not understanding why the call never came. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene was almost trampled at the opera, and after pulling her from a crazed crowd, I remonstrated with the staff at the box office. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a news report trumpeted that copies of FOOM #11 were selling for $40,000, so I ran through the house giddily digging out my copies. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Terry Bisson led us on a tour of former Slan shacks, and we startled an elderly couple by bursting into their apartment unannounced. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I saw a record album for sale made up entirely of samples, and rushed to buy a copy before a lawsuit pulled it from the market. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I demonstrated to Greg Feeley a PR stunt that involved a book with a temp tattoo only visible to others who also bought that book. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my covers slid off while I slept, and when I tried to rescue them they grew to the size of a circus tent and I was lost underneath. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that when Irene moved the mower so she could get her car in the garage it wandered the lawn like Little Billy and crushed our iris. May 16 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Nick Mamatas and I were on a panel somewhere having an intense debate about … what? If only I could remember the topic! May 15 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I accompanied Irene as she shopped for clothes, and it was a Goldilocks experience — everything was either too large or too small. May 14 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I checked into a motel with my mother and sister (who I don’t really have) for my fathers’ funeral. We played sad videos on the TV. May 14 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was driving through Manhattan, totally lost, and trying to remember how to get to Brooklyn. And I couldn’t get my GPS to work. May 13 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited a commune in the UK to see an underground cartoonist. I tried to look at his art collection, but there were distractions. May 13 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found an elevator in my house which would take me to Disneyland. When the doors opened, an unidentifiable character was inside. May 13 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Stone Cold Steve Austin and I appeared at an unidentified SF convention, where we got up in front of a crowd and broke kayfabe. May 12 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene and I were gazing at a pond in the backyard when an ancient tombstone floated by and we wrestled it out onto dry land. May 10 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Adam-Troy Castro and I thought a guy was following us and joked about the possible reasons, not taking the threat seriously at all. May 10 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep in the middle of a comics shop during an extremely crowded and noisy Free Comics Day. May 9 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was Bruce Banner, and was changing into the Hulk while running quickly through Central Park on the way to battle the Red Hulk. May 9 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wandered my backyard with Julia Roberts while discussing how much we both loved the BBQ at Flint’s in Oakland. May 8 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove to a national park on the weekend, couldn’t find an open space to put the car, and regretted not visiting during the week. May 8 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while doing inventory at a movie studio, I found all the old internal memos about getting the rights for 1939’s Wizard of Oz. May 8 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a tightly packed train, and everybody but me in standing room only car was drinking, smoking and wearing nicotine patches. May 8 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I told Roger Slifer about the time Harlan Ellison took over as Marvel editor-in-chief, which I forgot until I found my old memos. May 7 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an ancient vaudevillian entertaining school kids with my old timey act, which involved frenetic dancing to the “Tiger Rag.” May 5 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was giving one of Marie Severin’s friends a tour of our house, but she was old and confused and began to think she lived there. May 3 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I told Rex Reed about the time I bumped into Lillian Gish at Radio City Music Hall, which now seems odd, because IRL he was there. May 3 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I wore a beat-up brown derby while watching an old timey movie in which every character on screen also wore a beat-up brown derby. May 1 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I passed a movie theater marquee listing the names of every Oscar winner in consecutive order, the titles squeezed tight. May 1 <\/em><\/p>\n

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