Another month gone by, another batch of dreams, these with guest stars such as Anthony Bourdain, Public Enemy, Steve Martin, Julie Schwartz, Harry Morgan, Tommy Tune and more. Here’s what I tweeted last month, perhaps delivering some sort of rough poetry because of their proximity to each other.

JUNE 2012

I dreamt Dan Perez regaled me with wild tales of his UK road trips, especially the troubles he got into in small villages not on any map. 29 Jun

I dreamt I attended my first George Formby Society convention, but there was a Russian there who would only talk, talk, talk about trains. 28 Jun

I dreamt I drove through Denver, numbers popping up on objects as though I was in a video game. They vanished to musical notes as I passed. 28 Jun

I dreamt I visited a fortune teller and asked, “Will I be tried for murder?” But I had no memory of killing, so my own question confused me. 27 Jun

I dreamt I wandered Texas with friends in search of BBQ, but wherever we stopped — no BBQ! Just lots and lots of old people line dancing. 27 Jun

I dreamt I played catch with Anthony Bourdain and his kid using a huge jawbreaker. Later, I decided to bake them my grandma’s mandel bread. 27 Jun

I dreamt I was chased through a forest by tiny flying robots. But before I either was caught or got clean away, I woke. So — no ending! 26 Jun

I dreamt I owned a trumpet which, when blown, opened a gateway to another dimension. I peered across, but woke before stepping through. 26 Jun

I dreamt I helped the Stark kids escape, which involved pushing an evil dwarf off a cliff, then pushing a great stone on top of him. 26 Jun

I dreamt an old HS friend went into an Apple store while I waited out front, and never came out. Eventually, I looked inside. He was gone. 25 Jun

I dreamt I climbed an Everest-sized mountain rather than using the elevator everyone else was using. Oddly, I could see Vegas from the top. 25 Jun

I dreamt my mother was out of breath as we walked, so a KISS-like rock band offered us a ride home in its limo. Which got stuck in the mud. 25 Jun

I dreamt I was helping adapt a musical version of something that should never be adapted into a musical. Wish I could remember what it was! 23 Jun

I dreamt I rode the NYC subway system wearing a full Spider-Man suit. I can remember looking down at my webbed gloves, but not much else. 22 Jun

I dreamt that while cleaning, I found four additional passports on top of the ones I _really_ own, but woke before I could examine them. 21 Jun

I dreamt I ran into a kid whose dad was in a political scandal. He was crying because of badgering reporters, and I tried to comfort him. 21 Jun

I dreamt I walked across Brooklyn and grew offended because I didn’t recognize a certain street. I should know EVERY Brooklyn street, right? 21 Jun

I dreamt I flipped through a newspaper and found a full-page ad for an exhibition of Zap Comics original art I couldn’t get to. I was sad. 20 Jun

I dreamt I wandered a closed supermarket in the middle of the night, turning lights on and off, wondering why no one would sell me anything. 20 Jun

I dreamt Public Enemy performed “Fight the Power” live on the streets of Brooklyn, and I danced. Badly. But I didn’t care. I wouldn’t stop. 20 Jun

I dreamt friends of mine dropped acid, but not me, because I was the one chosen to keep them out of trouble while we wandered Disneyland. 20 Jun

I dreamt that after missing a World Horror Convention, I tried to catch up on what I missed by reading graffiti. And visiting Mike Marano. 19 Jun

I dreamt I uncovered plans for a revolution which included closing all Walmarts, and was interviewed by a reporter while being arrested. 19 Jun

I dreamt I worked in a huge skyscraper, saw a guy with a bomb disguised as a baby, and rapelled down the inside of the building to stop him. 19 Jun

I dreamt we kept a dead industrialist in our house because he believed he had a 50/50 chance of coming back to life. We watched and waited. 19 Jun

I dreamt Gardner Dozois and I were trying to reach the SFWA suite, but I had to clear the corridor of stacks of bicycles blocking us first. 18 Jun

I dreamt I was on set with a young Shatner as he recorded a commercial urging people to go see The Avengers — which in my sleep made sense. 18 Jun

I dreamt I slurped oysters on the beach in a world straight out of Tenniel’s Alice. Woke before learning if I was the Walrus or Carpenter. 18 Jun

I dreamt Irene had brought a golden gown, complete with cape and tiara, for the opera, but couldn’t resist wearing it to the supermarket. 17 Jun

I had a dream about Pete Campbell last night, but remember none of the details. Only that, of course, I very much wanted to punch him. 16 Jun

I dreamt I visited a kid to cheer him up after he’d been bullied in his small town for drawing pictures of animals in same-sex groupings. 16 Jun

I dreamt I found Star Wars masks with a friend and decided to make movies. He filmed a mini-SW. But mine was about guys who find SW masks. 16 Jun

I dreamt I had to clean up my grandmother’s clutter after she died, only … it was all neatly arranged, like an endless con freebie table. 16 Jun

I dreamt I distracted some government officials so my co-conspirator could photocopy evidence of a cover-up without being discovered. 15 Jun

I dreamt I was being followed by a stalker in a car and tried to hide by lying down in the low fog. But then I worried he might run me over! 15 Jun

I dreamt we were moving, and even though IRL we’ve extensively decluttered, I was struggling to pack, stunned by the insane amount of paper. 14 Jun

I dreamt I was on a radio talk show explaining the differences between Twitter and Facebook. And strangely, not doing a very good job of it. 14 Jun

I had a dream in which Irene and I were living in an Addams Family-style house, but whatever we were doing there vanished when I woke. 13 Jun

I dreamt I put a mannequin in our window that looked exactly like me so I could sneak away and fool people into thinking I was still home. 13 Jun

I dreamt @shunn and @tobiasbuckell were in my kitchen rearranging many boxes of cans and bottles until they fit into a single recycle bin. 12 Jun

I dreamt I took refuge from zombies with others in a huge house. An old guy couldn’t cope, freaked out. We tried (and failed) to calm him. 11 Jun

I dreamt that as I wandered a mall, I confronted a group of masked bank robbers attempting their getaway. But I woke before the dream ended. 11 Jun

I dreamt I carried a huge SF art book and collected business cards at a party so I could pick one and give it away at the end of the night. 10 Jun

I dreamt I was part of a Men in Black-type band of alien hunters raiding a junkyard. We captured them all, but then one made a break for it. 10 Jun

I dreamt I received a box from Disney filled with hundreds of Disney-themed postage stamps. Then, oddly, there was a Disney kiosk beside me. 8 Jun

I dreamt I discussed our estrangement with my two sisters, one of whom said we were raised to be “petulant.” (I have no real-world sisters.) 8 Jun

I dreamt I bumped into Tommy Tune in a NY theater, and for some reason told him all about this play I’d seen in Austin: http://www.scottedelman.com/2011/05/15/i-was-so-happy-to-see-ive-never-been-so-happy/ 8 Jun

I dreamt I was in a con suite with Eric Van describing to @neilhimself our line of Barry Malzberg merchandise, showing off the wristwatch. 8 Jun

I dreamt I was Adrian Fenty, wandering a school before being introduced at a political rally, a dream which seems both strange and mundane. 7 Jun

I dreamt I bumped into @Annaleen on her travels — she was heading to Maurice Sendak’s memorial service, and we discussed him at length. 6 Jun

I dreamt that while wandering a cemetery, all my friends pulled up in limos. No, it wasn’t my funeral. But I rushed home to put on a suit. 6 Jun

I dreamt I somehow wandered onto the set of an Australian gameshow and was made a contestant. But I didn’t understand the slang, so I lost. 5 Jun

I dreamt I found a box of ’60s art at Marvel, and tried to convince John Verpoorten it should be returned to artists. He wasn’t buying it. 5 Jun

I dreamt a friend was disappointed I hadn’t yet learned on the ukulele a song I have no plans of ever learning on the ukulele. 4 Jun

I dreamt my mother finally figured out Facebook and caught up with all my status updates. (The resulting conversation did NOT go well.) 4 Jun

I dreamt I had a small part in a big film, it was the last day of shooting, the camaraderie was intense, and we were all morose it was over. 4 Jun

I dreamt Irene took me to church, but the priest wouldn’t let me in because I wasn’t dressed appropriately. (Nor will I never be.) 4 Jun

I dreamt entering Disney World involved zooming down a long slide, and at the bottom, correctly answering many multiple choice questions. 3 Jun

I dreamt Don Perlin was meant to draw an issue of Ghost Rider I wrote, but Ryan Howard from The Office bribed him not to. He wanted the job. 2 Jun

I dreamt Paul McCartney asked me to help him record a song, which involved me dropping concrete blocks, and making other industrial noises. 2 Jun

I dreamt I bumped into Harry Morgan, and we reminisced about the old days on Dragnet, since in my dream I’d done a guest role as a baby. 1 Jun

I dreamt I drove along as Steve Martin, and grew claustrophobic in the car, so stood and stuck my head out the sunroof. And kept driving. 1 Jun

I dreamt I was Captain America, and having recovered a bag of loot from some crooks, I dropped it at an orphanage so it could survive. 1 Jun

I dreamt I went to school with Kurt from Glee, and he was so miserable for not getting into NYADA, I spent the day trying to cheer him up. 1 Jun

I dreamt Julie Schwartz popped by with an unopened 1943 Superman fan letter. I said — lets track this guy down! But I woke before we could. 1 Jun

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