{"id":9363,"date":"2013-02-06T21:41:07","date_gmt":"2013-02-07T02:41:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=9363"},"modified":"2013-02-06T21:41:18","modified_gmt":"2013-02-07T02:41:18","slug":"my-january-dreams-isaac-asimov-batman-and-that-trololololololololololo-guy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2013\/02\/06\/my-january-dreams-isaac-asimov-batman-and-that-trololololololololololo-guy\/","title":{"rendered":"My January 2013 dreams: Isaac Asimov, Batman, and that “Trololololololololololo” guy"},"content":{"rendered":"

A new month has begun, and so, as usual, I gather together my dreams (which I tweet<\/a> whenever they occur) from the month before to see whether poetry can be made from allowing them to rub up against each other. During the first month of 2013, I dreamt of Isaac Asimov,\u00a0Batman, Sean Connery,\u00a0Gardner Dozois, Larry David, and maybe some of you.<\/p>\n

JANUARY 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamt Eric Van had written an original song for me to play on the ukulele. Sadly, I knocked over my drink and accidentally erased it.\u2028\u2028 31 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was free falling, head toward the earth, feet toward the sky. It as pleasant, though I woke before I needed to open my chute.\u2028\u2028 30 Jan \u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I listened to Isaac Asimov speak at a kaffeeklatsch for two hours, then headed off to the con suite. Sadly, I remember no details.\u2028\u2028 30 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an old Chinese guy amused to be taken to a Chinese restaurant by someone who thought I’d like it. Woke before I ate anything! \u2028\u202830 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I sliced peppers at \u202a@NextRestaurant<\/a>, \u202a@GAchatz<\/a> watching. When I looked upon what I had done, I was embarrassed by my sloppy work.\u2028\u2028 30 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I talked to Conan O’Brien about online reviewing ethics. He didn’t speak, just raised an eyebrow quizzically. Man, was he tall.\u2028\u2028 30 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I appear to have lost a dream, because now that I’m awake, I have no idea what my middle-of-the-night scribble ACCEPT WEIRD MEAL means. \u2028\u202828 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I drove with the ambassador when his head was cut off. I demanded to be taken to the airport — but Sean Connery insisted we fight.\u2028\u2028 28 Jan \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I waited with a huge crowd for the arrival of a bus I _had_ to catch, and was required to remove my shoes before I could board. \u2028\u202828 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I made a meal out of hundreds of differently flavored bees hovering about me that I plucked out of the air one by one and savored. \u2028\u202828 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

\u2028I dreamt I was kibitzing with Len Wein, Marv Wolfman, Paul Levitz and Woody Allan about Judaism, ending with Marv falling down laughing. \u2028\u202827 Jan \u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Batman tracked me down to help decode a puzzle from one of his enemies. He fumed as we circled a canvas filled with random letters.\u2028\u2028 27 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was writing out a contract to reprint one of Arthur C. Clarke’s stories in an anthology, and happy I’d met him before he passed. \u2028\u202827 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was part of a secret spy team blocking a road to catch terrorists. Who then watched helplessly as their truck took another road. \u2028\u202826 Jan \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I tried to calm down an overly manic woman I just met at a party who acted as if we’d always known each other, with little success.\u2028\u2028 26 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I chased Gardner Dozois along a broad avenue under an elevated train line trying to give him a puppy. But he ran faster than me.\u2028\u2028 26 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I threatened to punch a guy at a con because he was throwing baseballs at people’s heads as hard as he could. So he stopped.\u2028\u2028 26 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt dozens of slices of salami hung from my refrigerator door — whenever I walked by, I’d rip one off like a calendar page and eat it.\u2028\u2028 25 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I nervously watched a video about a bunny repeatedly dropped from a height determined by the roll of a die. Yet — it enjoyed it.\u2028\u2028 25 Jan \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt Irene drove me to work, but once I got there, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go in — someone had been murdered there the day before.\u2028\u2028 23 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I watched a rock band rehearse for a New Year’s Eve gig, which involved a huge Easter Island statue on stage. I blame \u202a@klingonguy<\/a>. \u2028\u202820 Jan \u2028\u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was memorializing Steve Utley by drawing his caricature. Which, since I have no artistic talent, makes no sense awake or asleep. \u2028\u202819 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I attempted to record an opera for my wife, but as usual for 99% of the dreams in which I try to use tech, couldn’t get it to work. \u2028\u202819 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that after an apocalypse, I was the guy who started delivering mail again from village to village as civilization began to rebuild.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202819 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was trapped in an old house packed with both zombies and fellow zombie fighters, so crowded I couldn’t lift my shotgun to aim. \u2028\u2028\u2028\u202819 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I started eating a cookie which looked extremely delicious, but which tasted _horrible_, so I threw it out. Which means … ?\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202818 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt we were in a foreign country, Irene stepped out, and when I woke the next morning, she hadn’t returned. Started to call the police. \u2028\u2028\u2028\u202818 Jan \u2028\u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt our tree guy was here. As we talked inside, I could hear rhythmic on and off chainsawing. Woke. Turned out to be Irene snoring. \u2028\u2028\u2028\u202817 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I marched through the woods with my group in a zombie-filled world, unable to pause, because we knew if we did — they’d catch us.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202816 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I smelled burning as I ate in a restaurant, so checked the kitchen — all chefs had fled! Luckily, I was wearing my toque blanche.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202815 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was called upon to sing a foreign national anthem I didn’t know, but now that I’m awake I can’t remember which or why.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202814 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I asked for Eduard Khil records in an Iron Curtain market. But couldn’t recall his name, so kept singing “Trololololololololololo.”\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202814 Jan \u2028\u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I fed a manuscript into a photocopier via a long conveyer belt, and my words killed the machine. Lots of sparks and smoke! \u2028\u2028\u2028\u202814 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was an artist sketching a dragon crashing through a church’s stained glass window to show an editor the book cover I would paint.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202813 Jan \u2028\u2028 \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I’d fallen into a pit of loose snow and struggled to climb out. I could see police in the distance, but couldn’t make them hear me.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202813 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at an airport gate, waiting to fly home from a foreign land. I don’t know which foreign land. But I know I had my ukulele. \u2028\u2028\u2028\u202813 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt someone I was searching for was described to me like so: “He looked like Jay Lake thought.” Which really wasn’t very helpful.\u2028\u2028 \u2028\u202811 Jan \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I taught at a school that painted half its students blue and the other half green as an experiment. Which was a very bad idea. \u2028\u202811 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was on the rooftop of a parking garage with \u202a@mwillmoth<\/a>, filming 360 degrees of horizon as he described the old timey town we saw. \u2028\u202810 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was at the midpoint of a flooding tunnel between Brooklyn and Manhattan, rallying folks for the slog home through rising water. \u2028\u202810 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that Massachusetts refused to accept other states drivers licenses as valid ID, and required me to get a special local ID to visit. \u2028\u202810 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in London for the premiere of a Star Wars<\/em> opera, and the night sky over the theater was filled with dancing spaceships.\u2028 9 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt the entire Syfy staff showed up at my house to take part in an envelope-stuffing party for a PR mailing promoting an upcoming show.\u2028\u2028 9 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I saw an Austrian family dressed in lederhosen, tried to explain my Vienna trip — they only understood the words “Die Fledermaus.” \u2028\u20289 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a limo driver shuttling Larry David around Manhattan. As you can imagine, it wasn’t a pleasant experience.\u2028\u2028 8 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my old pal Kramer from Seinfeld<\/em> was now a bellman at a Chicago hotel and — giggling in the lobby — got Irene and me a free suite.\u2028\u2028 8 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was with \u202a@shunn<\/a> on his 60th birthday as he tried to decide which beer was worthy of the celebration. My dead Dad was there, too.\u2028\u2028 8 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I know I dreamt last night, and that all my dreams were travel-related — airports, foreign countries, etc. — but all details have fled. \u2028\u20287 Jan \u2028\u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was hired as an SNL<\/em> regular, but got in trouble my first night on the show when I improvised by throwing stuff at Fred Armisen. 6 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I created fake art objects — a Roy Lichtenstein Donald Duck bowling pin, a Calvino\/Delany pamphlet — which I would use in hoaxes.\u2028\u2028 4 Jan <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I hung out with Bill O’Reilly and Jon Stewart, taking turns tossing crumpled papers at a trash bin, cheering if any of us sank one. 4 Jan \u2028<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt we walked to \u202a@NextRestaurant<\/a>, but it started raining, so we stopped at \u202a@CeciliaTan<\/a>‘s new restaurant for a drink until it cleared.\u2028\u2028 4 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my boss \u202a@craigengler<\/a>, all spiffed out in a three-piece suit, gave a speech about record resale prices for Amazing Fantasy<\/em> #15. Odd. 3 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt that as I wandered the streets of Manhattan, I stumbled on the remains of Ren and Stimpy, gigantic, exploded into shards.\u2028\u2028 3 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt my father, dead nearly four years now, had died just the other day, and Paul Levitz came up to me to offer his sympathies.\u2028\u2028 2 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt aliens, disguised (poorly) as humans, cast a bunch of us in a movie they were making only to get a chance to study us more closely.\u2028\u2028 2 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I told a nasty guy who only had weeks to live he should go home and spend his remaining time making peace with friends and family.\u2028\u2028 1 Jan \u2028 <\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I saw Stan Lee out in a parking lot and wished him Merry Christmas, which puzzled us both, so I corrected myself to Happy New Year.\u2028\u2028 1 Jan<\/p>\n

I dreamt my son was able to do a perfect Dalek impression, and the Who people wanted him for the show, but he’d only do it for friends.\u2028\u2028 1 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I had a horrible cough at a con, and \u202a@MikeMarano<\/a> ran off to get me cough medicine. Which makes sense — he’s covering for me today.\u2028\u2028 1 Jan<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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