One time I dreamed that I went to a convention and there was a panel that was just Amanda Palmer reading poetry while Neil Gaiman played with kittens at her feet, but that was not my best dream.

I also dreamed once that I was playing River Song in a stage adaptation of Doctor Who, and Helen Mirren came backstage to congratulate me on my performance. But that was ALSO not the best dream I’ve ever had. 

I even dreamed one time that I was doing karaoke and Jonathan Coulton saw me and invited me to go on tour with him, which is the closest I’ve ever come to dreaming about something I’d actually want to happen. STILL NOT THE BEST.

In my most complicated dream ever, aliens had erased all monetary values from the planet in a sort of social experiment, and I lived in New York with a boyfriend who owned a record store, and when giant robot ants attacked the city, I had to leave my cat behind so I started singing “Into The Woods” to him. But that was only my SECOND BEST dream.

In my best dream ever, Frank Turner, Jerry Holkins, and I fought a bunch of fake-hugger slime aliens while at a The Who concert in the 70s. The final thing I thought before waking up was, “I can’t believe I got to save the planet and meet Pete Townshend all on the same day!”

BONUS: The next day I tweeted about the dream, and Frank Turner responded, “I remember that! That was ace.”