It’s that time again, though slightly delayed by our Machu Picchu trip. Let’s see what poetry last month’s dreams might achieve when my daily tweets are gathered together in one place. <\/p>\n
April’s night-time guest stars included Woody Allen, Paul Witcover, Stubby Kaye, Nick Nolte, Tom Disch, Gene Wolfe, and … well, you’ll see.<\/p>\n
APRIL 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n I dreamt I was on a bus heading toward Machu Picchu. Oddly, the mountains were as snowy as Everest. Good thing I’ll find out for real soon! 28 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt an actor took ill in a Shakespearean play my friend Allan was directing, and I had to suddenly fill in. Also subbing — Janis Ian. 27 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I woke from a nap in my 1976-1982 Brooklyn apt., sunlight streaming through the windows. But when was it? I reached for my iPad! 26 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt @Annaleen<\/a> and I were walking across the Golden Gate Bridge on the way to our jobs as copywriters at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. 26 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I wandered Avenue P with Irene, pointing out all that changed since I was a kid. But then I blinked, and everything was as it was. 25 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I searched for someone in a hospital along with @EllenDatlow<\/a>. Don’t remember who we were looking for but we never found him or her. 25 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I delivered a satchel filled with cash, and once I made the handover, was accused of stealing one of the $10,000 bundles. I hadn’t. 24 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt old friend Kate Stone handed me a file to underwrite a mortgage application, and I thought — do I still remember how to do that? 24 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I followed deer tracks along the soggy bottom of a riverbed … until the water rose and the tracks could no longer be seen. 24 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was an old black man interviewing black kids while Woody Allen watched through one-way glass deciding which to cast in new movie. 24 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt about Richard Webber from Grey’s Anatomy<\/em>, but because my sleepy handwriting is so illegible, I have no catalyst to remember why. 23 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I walked out of a crappy movie, and found Neil Patrick Harris in the lobby, having done the same. We talked about its crappiness. 23 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a famous chef prepared an insanely expensive meal for me and hovered as I tasted. The whimsical food was so good, it made me laugh. 23 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Irene and I stole a boatload of secret gov’t docs. Before we could go public, we were caught, given a stern warning, and let go. 23 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Irene and I wandered into a restaurant which only sold soup, served in whimsical Willy Wonka style. The soup itself didn’t impress. 22 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I swarmed a restaurant with Paul Witcover and other friends to discover tables of tapas. But not enough for all, so it was chaos! 22 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I woke to learn my mother had died during the night, then found she’d left a phone message. Her final advice: “Get more sleep.” 22 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I ran through dark NYC streets wearing a white and blue superhero costume, my cape fluttering behind me. I don’t remember my name. 22 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Nick Nolte was a charismatic cult leader, and a follower killed herself by beating her head against a wall rather than obeying him. 21 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that after breaking into an office to track down my parents’ origins, I was pepper sprayed by an agent who said I’d never find out. 20 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Len Wein and Marv Wolfman pulled me into a private DC Comics meeting about the company’s plans. (I wish I could remember them!) 20 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I watched Stubby Kaye perform a show-stopping number on Broadway, but he had a wretched cold, and so he apologized before he began. 19 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I wandered a gallery with a director (forgotten IRL) trying to track down painting by a certain artist, and the curator snubbed us. 17 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I stayed at a B&B owned by @lawrenceschimel<\/a>, who brought me a mug of coffee, which I don’t drink. I wondered how not to insult him. 17 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was contacted by a travel company promoting its round-the-world walking trip, and I tried to figure how I could take a year off. 17 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt George R. R. Martin appeared on a episode of Chuck<\/em> as an efficiency expert. (Too bad that dream-to-reality DVR doesn’t exist yet!) 16 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I wandered a party at which all that remained of the food was scraps — huge platters filled only with garnish and lettuce bits. 16 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was baffled to be asked to sign a Superman novel I hadn’t written. (And more baffled to see it already signed by Isaac Asimov!) 16 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt @BrianKeene<\/a>, rather than blogging, posted daily humorously self-deprecating YouTube videos. The soundtrack? That Benny Hill music. 15 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n Now here’s a dream I wish you could have seen — the audio from “Singing in the Rain” mashed up with video from Abbott and Costello movies! 14 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I worked for that Mad Men<\/em> ad agency, only it must have been more modern, because coworkers complained I spent too much time online. 14 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt my NYC friends (now sleeping under my roof IRL) were debating Italian renaissance architecture (which they’ve never done IRL). 14 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I interviewed Jerry Lewis, all choked up over some show biz anniversary. Then @LenWein<\/a> came by, and they vanished down a mineshaft. 13 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was the Hand of the King, showing off my doubled-bladed ax by swinging it before a crowd that was careful not to get too close. 11 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that while waiting for a table at Ben’s, I saw @EllenDatlow<\/a> in the long line ahead of me. I shouted her name, but she didn’t hear. 10 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was being followed by three guys I knew would mug me, so I hid most of my cash in an air conditioning vent and let it happen. 10 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I pontificated to @2muchexposition<\/a> and others about the Periodic Table of Con Suite Junk Food, from Twizzlers to Swedish fish. 10 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I drove to Cape Cod. When I got there, it was cold, foggy, rainy, and unpleasant. I wasn’t dressed for it, so I headed right home. 9 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Allan Steele and I sat on the floor of a con suite somewhere, discussing old timey comics. Wish I could remember which ones! 9 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt that as I roamed a U.S. airport, I was stunned to bump into @CherylMorgan<\/a>, who explained her problems had been a misunderstanding. 9 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt Gene Wolfe shut our gas to install a new oven, but I didn’t trust him and we joked about the resulting crater if he made a mistake. 9 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt I was at a SDCC panel when a young Robert Morse walked in and pointed at me. That’s when I realized my shirt had his 3-D pic on it. 8 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt a male zombie and a female vampire slept side by side in a cave in coffins. He longed for her, and missed her when she was gone. 8 Apr<\/em><\/p>\n