Originally published at Scott Edelman. Please leave any comments there.
It’s that time again!
Now that it’s August, I’m gathering my July dreams in a bushel to see what happens when they rub up against each other. There were fewer than usual last month, due to too much travel, which always interferes with my usual sleep cycles, and therefore my dreams.
In July, I dreamt of Amy Poehler, Nick Fury, L. Ron Hubbard, Jon Stewart, Estelle Getty, Cersei, and more!
I dreamt I saw a skydiver tumble from the sky with a jumbled chute, and then get stuck in the spires of a KFC. People rushed to rescue him. Jul 31
I dreamt that during a conversation with @shunn, he’d keep falling asleep, and when he’d wake up he’d ask the same questions all over again. Jul 31
I dreamt I was reloading a hotel lobby fridge with cupcakes meant to be fed to local deer, and grew upset when people ate them themselves. Jul 31
I dreamt I was in Italy having dinner with my entire family, living and dead, except — my grandmothers had been replaced by Estelle Getty. Jul 30
I dreamt I was in a Providence parking garage with Paul Di Filippo and found boxes of papers I’d thought in storage packed into a parking spot. Jul 29
I dreamt we debated who to bring from an alternate universe with the interdimensional portal we’d invented. I said NO to David Hasselhoff! Jul 28
I dreamt I needed advice on a friend whose trustworthiness I was unable to gauge, and so turned to my close friend Amy Poehler for advice. Jul 27
I dreamt that after a decade working at @TheDailyShow, I was emptying my office and saying goodbye to Jon Stewart, doing shtick together. Jul 27
I dreamt I was the Flash — or at least had his superpowers. And used them to deal with speeding up the refinancing of my home mortgage. Jul 26
I dreamt I was in a spaceship with a full crew, and as we depressurized, I experienced the deaths of all of us over and over from each POV. Jul 25( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )