{"id":4456,"date":"2011-11-05T15:48:07","date_gmt":"2011-11-05T19:48:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=4456"},"modified":"2011-11-05T15:48:07","modified_gmt":"2011-11-05T19:48:07","slug":"my-october-2011-dream-tweets-cap%e2%80%99n-crunch-martin-scorsese-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2011\/11\/05\/my-october-2011-dream-tweets-cap%e2%80%99n-crunch-martin-scorsese-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My October 2011 dream tweets: Cap\u2019n Crunch, Martin Scorsese and more"},"content":{"rendered":"

October was a rather light month in terms of my dream life—or should I say, my remembered<\/em> dream life—because I’ve always understood that we all have dreams whether we remember them or not. In any case, three consecutive weekends of travel—Capclave, followed by a trip with Irene to her NJ Romance Writers Convention, after which I headed to San Diego for World Fantasy Con—meant there were an awful lot of mornings during which, when I’d wake, I could feel the dreams slip away.<\/p>\n

Here’s what remained.<\/p>\n

Special guests this month include Martin Scorsese, Rick Grimes, Andy Rooney, Sean McNamara, Paul Di Filippo—and maybe you.<\/p>\n

October 2011 Dream Tweets<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamt I lived in the rental apartment at which our landlord insisted we no longer use our lawnmower on the carpets. So I broke the lease. 31 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Cap’n Crunch fell from a great height, and I stood over his lifeless form crying for him to get up. But the Cap’n was dead. 29 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I attended a wedding ceremony performed entirely in Hebrew, understood nothing, and felt like a bad Jew. Well, until the food came. 28 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt The Office’s Dwight Schrute gave me relationship advice on how best to get along with Irene, and I was wise enough to ignore it. 28 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hanging around a humongous BBQ grill with The Walking Dead’s Rick Grimes and chatting about how life used to be. 28 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I returned from a visit to an alternate universe and was desperately trying to blow up the portal before anyone could follow me. 26 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that during a banquet at Irene’s romance writer conference I tried to help our waitress clear the table and only made things worse. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I messed up telling Richard Lupoff how much I looked forward to his new novel by misdescribing the ending of his previous book. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my son wouldn’t move to a rural area because it would be difficult without a car to carry soda. I said I’d ship him all he needed. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I read a letter in the local paper from a woman advocating a ban on synagogues. Irene told me it’d never pass, but I still worried. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I attempted to show off a portrait of my parents, but the spotlight above the painting wouldn’t work, so they couldn’t be seen. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was touring an old house I was considering renovating when the ghost of Grandpa Al Lewis popped up and tried to scare me off. 25 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I lost one of my dreams because I can no longer remember what this middle-of-the-night note means: “Joel McHale holds babies.” 24 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my son came up behind me at the entrance of a Disney-like park and hugged me, but once we got inside, he was nowhere to be found. 24 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove a Rolls Royce and lifted it to my waist, carrying it like a Flintstones car with the help of Steve Jones and Jonathan Ross. 24 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I joined all my Syfy coworkers in “sweding” a movie. Can’t remember which, but Marlon Jackson sure looked awesome with yellow hair. 23 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I read comics that don’t exist, including one in which the Legion of Super-Heroes’ Mon-El battled a Dalek, as drawn by Nick Cardy. 20 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a horde of zombies invaded our house, and I killed at least one of them by hitting it over the head with a heavy shovel. 20 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

Many dreams last night, but all I remember now are fragments — putting on my hiking boots, falling from a ladder, etc. — nothing coherent. 19 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sat in the back row at a contentious SFWA meeting, and even though I had nothing to say, kept getting called on to comment. 18 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I visited DC and was invited to pull comics (none of which exist outside dreamland) from a freebie wall. Lots of Kubert war covers! 18 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in a film that had me hammering at a piano with a high-heeled shoe. When the rain of maggots came, I kept my mouth closed. 17 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I subdued a guy who pulled out a gun in midtown Manhattan, but though I held his wrists for hours, no one came to take him away. 16 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that while on the way to see Roger Ebert I visited with Andy Rooney, and told him I hoped to see the two of them play tennis. 15 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at work in my hotel room when Pink arrived and critiqued what I was wearing. She didn’t like my WWI leather aviators helmet. 14 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched a panel during which two guys in Superman suits unexpectedly set up a temporary trapeze and performed an acrobatic act. 12 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at a panel during which @rosefox nimbly dodged the wildly flailing arms of the gesticulating panelists on either side of her. 12 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I waited endlessly at the passport office, reading a Sunday comics section filled with strips that don’t exist in real life. 11 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I stepped upstairs at a Chinese restaurant and discovered a criminal lair out of a Bond movie, with a circular table and huge map. 11 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was held hostage in a stalled elevator for $1,000,000, but once the money was delivered, my captors couldn’t get it moving again. 11 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I quoted the Bible to confront some fanatics bothering Irene about a murder they thought she committed … but I kept misquoting. 10 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a friend of mine housesat while I was on a trip, and when I called to see how things were, there was a lag like he was on the Moon. 10 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on a plane and instead of the usual boring mags to read, the airline had comics — including my favorite issue of Deadman. 10 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sat in a dark theater and my name was called as winner of a prize in a soap opera contest but I couldn’t see where to collect it. 9 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as Irene and I walked by a canal through some European city, a guy leapt out at Irene and I had to use wrestling moves on him. 9 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Nip\/Tuck’s Sean McNamara was kidnapped and held hostage a la Misery — for a long time, as there was a montage of passing seasons. 9 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a mother sang to her criminal son, “That’s Why You Shouldn’t Kill a Cop” to the tune of “That’s Why the Lady is a Tramp.” Bizarre. 8 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt no one showed for a Worldcon panel, “Why Women Should Read Robert E. Howard,” so I sat alone in the audience to be supportive. 8 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was waiting for the school bus with Kurt Hummel. As we talked, I learned it was my birthday this week, his birthday last week. 8 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I interviewed a corrupt preacher, carrying rosary beads so he’d think I was one of his flock, but I was really there to expose him. 7 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at Syfy with Matt Romano waiting for the Nobel Prize for Literature to be announced so I could see if I had to write it up. 6 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was zooming down the highway on a motorcycle behind an airplane with folded wings which suddenly unfolded them and took off. 6 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene came into my office with a neck brace, her hair in rollers, and her eyes scrunched tightly closed. And she wouldn’t say why. 6 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I rode a monorail through Las Vegas in an attempt to get back to my hotel, which never seemed to arrive. I woke while still riding. 5 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I gave up my editing gig to open a bakery, and Paul Di Filippo and Deb Newton watched as I kneaded my first batch of dough. 5 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was helping Martin Scorsese edit a doc on the history of film, and (impossibly) found him footage of bullfighters from the 1850s. 4 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in my teen apt., but the age I am now, complaining to my dad about something (but what?) that happened in the years between. 4 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I helped Lucas and Spielberg excavate a huge M-shaped boulder and then move it across their property with a bulldozer. 4 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I circled the block in my old Brooklyn neighborhood looking for a parking space and noted many of my neighbors now owned camels. 3 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I found a lost baby toddling along, and when I scooped it up and asked it where its parents were, it replied clearly: “In Heaven.” 2 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

Halfway through a dream watching Mitt Romney speak in a crowded shopping mall, I _became_ Mitt Romney giving the speech. Very disconcerting. 2 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I spoke to a friend until 6 a.m., then suggested we have breakfast. But no — suddenly we were on the phone, not face to face. 2 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt a friend gave me a story he wrote that featured Harlan Ellison. Before I could read it, Harlan phoned demanding to read it first. 2 Oct <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I rode shotgun as Irene drove a Lamborghini as part of an amusement park ride. She somehow broke free and flipped it on the beach. 1 Oct<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

October was a rather light month in terms of my dream life—or should I say, my remembered dream life—because I’ve always understood that we all have dreams whether we remember them or not. In any case, three consecutive weekends of travel—Capclave, followed by a trip with Irene to her NJ Romance Writers Convention, after which […]<\/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-4456","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\/4456","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=4456"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4456\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4456"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4456"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}