{"id":7862,"date":"2012-10-05T08:51:43","date_gmt":"2012-10-05T12:51:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=7862"},"modified":"2012-10-05T08:53:09","modified_gmt":"2012-10-05T12:53:09","slug":"my-august-2012-dreams-david-boreanaz-george-r-r-martin-alanis-morissette-and-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2012\/10\/05\/my-august-2012-dreams-david-boreanaz-george-r-r-martin-alanis-morissette-and-more\/","title":{"rendered":"My September 2012 dreams: David Boreanaz, George R. R. Martin, Alanis Morissette,  and more"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I remembered fewer dreams than usual during September, thanks to my lengthy trip to Chicago for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/2012\/09\/10\/want-to-see-me-and-adam-troy-castro-read-at-chicon7\/\">Worldcon<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/2012\/09\/18\/next-alinea-the-aviary-and-the-greatest-amuse-bouche-the-universe-ever-gave-a-foodie\/\">many culinary adventures<\/a>. Dreams tend to fade before I can scribble them down when I&#8217;m exhausted and in a strange bed, which always gives me a sense of loss, because I enjoy my dreams, revel in them, really, and hate to forget even one.<\/p>\n<p>But what remained was still choice, and as always, the dreams benefit from being collected and allowed to rub up against each other this way. September&#8217;s guest stars included David Boreanaz, George R. R. Martin, Alanis Morissette, Tom Hanks, Harlan Ellison, E. Nelson Bridwell, and many others.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>SEPTEMBER 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in <em>The Colbert Report<\/em> live audience, and when he introduced Alanis Morissette, the camera instead cut to him dressed as her. <em>30 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was on a train to Machu Picchu, and when I looked up from my iPad, I saw Tom Hanks and Will Sasso (as Bill Clinton) were there. <em>30 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/scalzi\">@scalzi<\/a> got mad at me because while visiting him, I destroyed my first drafts. But more because in doing so, I flooded his house. <em>29 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt three old guys drove to our door to deliver a kingsized mattress, only I looked at them and thought &#8230; no way they can lift it.<em> 28 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my wife was cradling my son, suddenly a baby once again, and then passed him to me, and I rocked him. Oddly, he could still speak.<em> 28 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I talked to my grandmother about my memories of my great-grandmother (even though grandma is dead, and I never met great-grandma). <em>28 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my boss <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/craigengler\">@CraigEngler<\/a> drove up, and I served him most of a chocolate cake with my bare hands, saving one slice for <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/IreneVartanoff\">@IreneVartanoff<\/a>. <em>26 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I worked as a baker at my friends&#8217; cafe, and decided I was going to attempt to convince them to sell me part of the business. <em>25 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was on a pitch black cruise ship searching for a light switch, as I was scheduled to teach a juggling workshop and needed to see. <em>25 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I came up out of the NYC subway to discover fanciful architecture that never really existed &#8212; stone towers, ornate gardens, etc. <em>24 Sep<\/em><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a guy went up to Irene and tried to steal her luggage, but I growled at him (he didn&#8217;t know we were together) and he retreated.<em> 24 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I stepped away from my dinner at Alinea, and when I returned, Sharon Kier Patry was at my place &#8212; and eating my dessert! <em>24 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt David Boreanaz was breaking up with Dana Delany, explaining to her why they couldn&#8217;t be together. But they&#8217;re not together, right?<em> 24 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was reading imaginary reviews of Next on Facebook, which proves my subconscious is much too obsessed with that restaurant.<em> 24 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I read an <em>Entertainment Weekly<\/em> episode guide for a steampunk TV show that never existed &#8212; and it starred Johnny Depp! <em>23 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I followed a Japanese translator who had been assigned to me around a college campus, but awake now, I have no memory of why.<em> 23 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was rushing along at a con, late for a panel, but spotted Harlan Ellison and had to hug him even though that would make me later. <em>23 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that as I stared out back, I saw a herd of 25+ deer come running at the house single file, only veering at the very last moment.<em> 22 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I arrived at an awards ceremony where you could only watch if you&#8217;d previously won an award, and had to bring trophies as proof.<em> 22 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that as I waited on a D.C. Metro platform, everyone else began performing a flashmob musical number &#8212; but I didn&#8217;t know about it! <em>22 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that while I watched an episode of <em>Breaking Bad<\/em>, Hank and his team were tossing my house for evidence. A very metafictional dream. <em>22 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I read a DC Comics story, drawn by Nick Cardy, that was nothing more than a couple in bed discussing _other_ DC Comics stories. <em>21 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I won a solid gold watch from a carny on a sideshow game of chance and returned the next day so he could try to win it back again.<em> 21 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I demonstrated to a class how to make fake <em>Game of Thrones<\/em> TV blood right before introducing George R. R. Martin for a Q and A. <em>21 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I took part in an old timey religious gospel traveling show, but in a postmodern ironic way. I sure rocked that cowboy hat, though. <em>20 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This is one of the weirder ones &#8212; I dreamt I was <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/sinboy\">@sinboy<\/a>, arguing with <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/rosefox\">@rosefox<\/a> in a snow-filled NYC apartment. Over what? Don&#8217;t remember. <em>20 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt a guy sent me a note to deliver to his wife saying he&#8217;d killed himself, only after I did, the whole thing turned out to be a hoax. <em>20 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt Irene and I discovered a massive mountain of shoes in the bedroom. Clearing it revealed a circle of scary-looking white alien mold. <em>20 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I appeared on SNL singing a song with Jimmy Fallon about a skyscraper. Not sure which one, except &#8212; not the WTC, as it was joyful. <em>19 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I delivered Kobe beef to a rock star (Steve Tyler, I think) and carried it past the bodyguard unwrapped and bloody in my hands. <em>18 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my sister-in-law was nominated for an Emmy. No idea why, but we were all in the audience rooting her on. I woke before the outcome.<em> 18 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I arrived at a museum after closing but was able to talk my way in because some original comics art I owned was hanging there. <em>18 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was a web designer, and when I visited a client to show what I planned, her cokehead boyfriend picked a fight. So I decked him. <em>18 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I visited a celebrity chef restaurant with my boss, but have no memory of the cuisine, only that we were lucky as hell to get in.<em> 18 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I told a friend, don&#8217;t know who, don&#8217;t know why, &#8220;I understand loving bad boys, but don&#8217;t go down with a sinking ship.&#8221; <em>17 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt while packing for hotel checkout I saw one, then dozens, then hundreds of soldiers outside at attention for a military funeral.<em> 17 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I woke to find my wife and friends heading out to see a movie without me &#8212; <em>A.I.<\/em>, which one of them called by the name &#8220;Al.&#8221; <em>16 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt Brian Aldiss stayed over, and during his visit, he kept reading aloud, not from his own work, but from the poems of T. S. Eliot. <em>16 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt that while trying to escape museum crowds, I stepped through a door into &#8220;the real world&#8221; for which our world is but a mask.<em> 16 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I spent an entire Readercon sick in my hotel room, only getting out the last day for a final meal of waffles with Paul Di Filippo. <em>13 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was staying (alone without Irene) in a hotel near Chichen Itza, and never made it out of the hotel to see anything BUT the hotel. <em>13 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I printed up 1,000 copies of a short story to hand out free at a World Horror Con, but discovered a single typo, so threw them out.<em> 13 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt my nephew, as a baby, was pushed from a height, and I caught him before he hit the ground. He giggled, oblivious to his near death. <em>13 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I shared my bed with a family of farmers desperate to get to sleep, but I kept them awake reading my mail and ripping up envelopes. <em>12 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was hostage negotiator Tom Hanks trying to talk a guy in a restaurant into putting down his bazooka. I woke with crisis unended.<em> 11 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt &#8212; no, had a nightmare &#8212; that workmen were mistakenly cutting down all our trees and I was running at them shouting, &#8220;No! No! No!&#8221; <em>11 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was at <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/Alinea\">@Alinea<\/a> with my late father, sharing the restaurant&#8217;s famous dessert right after it had been smashed in front of us. <em>11 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I ran my hand over my scalp and found a nail there. Couldn&#8217;t decide whether to yank it out, snip it flat, or go see a doctor. <em>10 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I went to a screening and sat in the back row munching popcorn next to Richard Roeper, who morphed into Homeland&#8217;s Damian Lewis. <em>10 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I bumped into Steven Tyler outside a drugstore, after which we went inside and he helped me find whatever it was I was looking for. <em>10 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was accosted by a cop for eating fried dog from a takeout box on the subway. When I asked if it was illegal, he pulled his gun. <em>9 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was E. Nelson Bridwell, cracking open a box of superhero cereal to share with a kid who was touring the DC Comics office. <em>9 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I bicycled through a small town, saw a guy in a bear suit, and followed him, hoping he&#8217;d do something interesting. He never did.<em> 8 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt <em>Justified<\/em>&#8216;s Robert Quarles was my new boss, and he ripped posters off the wall where I worked, even though I worked at home. <em>8 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I flew to the next Worldcon on a plane that contained one of those endless lap pools, wondering how it could carry that weight.<em> 7 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I learned two men &#8212; one of them Larry the Cable Guy &#8212; were going to try to kill me. But they didn&#8217;t know I knew. So I survived. <em>7 Sep <\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt I was in Germany with a tour group that wouldn&#8217;t hit the streets until the following day, so I snuck out to wander at night.<em> 5 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I dreamt <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/grahamsleight\">@grahamsleight<\/a> and I sat in the <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/i\/#!\/search\/realtime\/%23Chicon7\">#Chicon7<\/a> lobby until dawn, at which point I wanted us to have bangers and mash, but he made a face. <em>3 Sep<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remembered fewer dreams than usual during September, thanks to my lengthy trip to Chicago for Worldcon and many culinary adventures. Dreams tend to fade before I can scribble them down when I&#8217;m exhausted and in a strange bed, which always gives me a sense of loss, because I enjoy my dreams, revel in them, [&hellip;]<\/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-7862","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\/7862","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=7862"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7862\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7862"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7862"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7862"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}