Celebrity Cameos in Your Dreams

Last night I had a dream about going to a party with Tommy Lee Jones.
He was very nice, and we had a great time.

But why Tommy Lee Jones? I’m not a big fan of him. I mean, I like some movies he was in, but he’s not on my Top Celebrities I’d Like To Meet list or anything.

He’s not the only famous person that has snuck into my head, either. Once, Bette Midler was trying to kill me. Another time, I got a tattoo with Ted Danson.

Now, I’m sure I’m not the only wacko that dreams of celebrities.
Right? :slight_smile:

The weirdest combo I ever had as guest stars would be, the crew of the Enterprise D together with…Popeye.

Basically, Picard Riker, Popeye and me in a quarterstaff fight with Q.

I have no idea.

That’s not too bad. I once had a sex dream about Hal Holbrook. it’s not like the man is the object of my secret fantasies or desires. He’s also old enough to be my grandmother and yet, there he was. And the really bad thing about it was it was like 70s porn and he attempted dirty talk during sex.

I dream about celebrities all the time. Man, I hope they’re not disappointed to have been cast in porn…

Most recent dream lover: John Cusack

Previous stars in my show (not a complete list): Sting, Prince, Matthew McConaughey

Was he in drag, too?

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

:smiley:

Most recent celeb dream-the cast of ER, which I was a part of. Well, it was real-in other words, it wasn’t a television show. And I was married to Luka after Weaver fired me. Why, I don’t know-something about being attacked while carrying blood in the hall and the blood went everywhere. And then I went up to Luka and grabbed his ass, and he asked me to marry him.

We had the cutest little white Victorian Cottage, and a HUGE bed. But we were both exhausted, and so all that happened was that we fell asleep with his head in my lap. (SIGH!)

But we didn’t get to do anything else, because then I had to go home and get my things, and my parents were bugging me about getting a job (And I kept saying, MOM! I’m married to a DOCTOR!)

So then I had this premonition that Luka was injured, but I kept calling the ER and not getting the number right. FINALLY I got through, and Carter answered, and he was all excited to hear from me. (My name was, for some reason, Regene! Don’t ask!). And then I kept saying, how is Luka, is he hurt? And he wasn’t, but he was all depressed because he missed me. (SIGH)

So then I had to hire this woman I worked with at Kmart to drive me there (and she was someone I HATED!) and I had to go with her redneck husband, and her son who was this guy who used to live in my neighborhood who was a borderline racist creep (and he’s the same age as I am, btw). Funny, said woman isn’t married in real life. And they tried to drive me to the ER, but they were so stupid they didn’t know how to get there…and just as we were about to cross this bridge that took me to the ER…I woke up. DAMMIT!!!

Another time I had a dream that my friends and I were being chased by the Nazis, and finally Hitler caught up to us, and was yelling at us. Then he turned into our hated gym teacher, Mr. Phelan, who started telling us to jump in this pool and do the elementary back stroke.

Weird.

I’ve had the same experience, Wicked. I once dreamed I met Jenny McCarthy at a party. She wouldn’t make my top 50 women-you’d-like-to-meet-at-a-party list, but in the dream she was very cool and we talked for hours.

The really dumb part is I always thought Jenny McCarthy was goofy and irritating before the dream, but afterwards I found her charming and down to earth. Based on something I know didn’t actually happen. I really don’t trust my brain sometimes.

Steven Spielberg directed my dream last night. I don’t recall the actual events in the dream except having to do multiple takes with Mr. Spielberg (He refused to let me call him Steven or Steve) never being quite satisfied with the way I was dreaming.

Since I woke up without really finishing, I guess I’ll have to live with the imperfection…until Mr. Spielberg and Mr. Lucas complete the Director’s Edition DVD with enhanced digital effects.

The other night I dreamed I was writing a bio of Gilda Radner—only she was still alive, and I was talking to her and Jane Curtin.

I remember a very vivid dream where I was watching Constance Bennett onstage, and she was wearing this gorgeous ice-blue silk chiffon gown . . .

After watching “Gods and Monsters” I had a dream in which Brendan Fraser played a part. In the dream, he was naked and I could clearly tell that he was uncircumcized (this was not an erotic dream, BTW, he just happened to be naked in it).

I told my SO, who is a pyschotherapist and does dream work with her clients, and she thought it was hilarious. Today, whenever we see Brendan Fraser on TV she says “Hey, there’s Brendan Fraser and his uncircumcized penis.”

Years ago, I once dreamed that I was Michael Jackson’s chaffeur. He was sick of being rich and famous, so we faked his death by sending the limo over a cliff. Michael walked off to lead a new life in Arizona or Alaska or the Amazon (somewhere that began with an “A”), and I sat at the edge of the cliff and watched the burning wreckage far below.

I have also had many Star Trek-related dreams, but those seem fairly normal to me.

Shirley’s theory du jour:

When we ( you/me) have celebrity guest appearances in our dreams, they ( the famous person that we are mentally humping) are having the same dream, only it was involving 'some house wife from Michigan" ( or whatever your particular line of life is.)

And we wonder why they do drugs.
:slight_smile:

I’ve had four dreams withcelebrity guest stars:

Somewhat disturbingly (even at the time), the first time I dreamt about a naked woman, when I was maybe 12, the woman was Penny Marshall. WTH? This was back when she was doing Laverne & Shirley, so she wasn’t the scary hag she is today, but even then I wasn’t even slightly attracted to her.

Once in a dream, I was hanging out in a treehouse in the Santa Cruz mountains chatting with John Goodman.

I had a very interesting dream in which I performed certain activities with Renee O’Connor (Gabrielle from Xena), while Lucy Lawless watched.

Most recently, I got to dream-kiss Alyson Hannigan. (Mmmm!)

Bwahahahaha! Well…uh…now that you mention it. :smack: Actually I only have one grandparent - a grandmother, and I think it’s natural for me to type grandmother instead of grandfather.

D’oh!

Let’s see, so hard to remember…

Once I dreamt that Erin Gray (who played Col. Wilma Deering on Buck Rogers was trying to downscale her celebrity status and became a substitute teacher at my school. (I was about 11 when I had the dream.)

I also had some kind of on-the-verge-of-apocalypse dream in which all sorts of humans had to go into hiding and live in small camp-like communities away from big cities. I became good friends with Judy Garland (she was in “Dorothy” mode) who was ill with the flu. The dream had some kind of really cold weather, almost like a nuclear winter going on.

I also once dreamt that some film company was going to cast me as Mary Stuart Masterson’s sister because “we look so much alike.”… Uh-huh… FTR, I’m Spanish, with long dark hair. As far as looking alike, we’re probably about the same height and build, that’s it.

I was also chased by Freddy Krueger for a few nights of recurring nightmares. Does that count? I remember being really pissed off because I woke up thinking “If I’m going to have scary dreams, that should at least[ be original!”

I’ve had numerous dreams where I read about celebrity deaths. OK, so only two. :slight_smile: One was about Drew Carey and another was about James Earl Jones. I remember thinking, in the Jones dream, “Who’s going to do the voice of Darth Vader in Episode III now?”

I had another dream where Malcolm McDowell was a substitue teacher in one of my classes.

My weirdest dream was where I was in an insane asylum, and Hannibal Lecter was in the cell next to mine. He kept mocking me. I get out, somehow (I curse myself for not writing this down as soon as I woke up), and I see Michael Jackson come out of one of the cells on an Asian elephant. Then he sends his army out to get me and I escape in a car. I say something like, “Ha! Foiled you again, Michael!”

Very recently I had a dream in which “Dubya” appeared, and I wasn’t sure I could approach him (not that I particularly want to), security being what it is these days…
I once had a dream featuring Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, a rather vain unnamed woman, and a watermelon the size of an SUV. The woman was, she claimed, a ballerina. She said, “I intend to be buried in my dancing shoes.” Stan said, “You could be buried in the watermelon.” :smiley:
In the early Sixties I had a dream in which I met Whitey Ford, the Yankee pitcher who was almost at the end of the road. For reasons I can’t fathom, I am in the home-team locker room at Yankee Stadium. I meet Ford and tell him that the Yankees winning all the time (they won five straight pennants, 1960-64) made the AL race one-sided.
He grabbed my shirt up near my neck and growled, “What did you say?” :eek:

I, too, had a dream with Steven Spielberg in it. We had both lost our cars in a REALLY big parking lot, and were looking for them. There’s more to the dream, of course, but this was the celebrity-specific aspect…

Does anyone else create episodes for a t.v. show like I do in dreams?

I frequently ‘write’ episodes for t.v. shows that have the characters in situations they’ve never been in. I’ve dream-written a lot of shows for The Simpsons. And they’re hilarious.
I’ve also dream-written Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, and ER.
These shows will have dialog, plots, the whole thing.
Frankly, some of these are brilliant ideas. Well, they seem brilliant in my dreams! Some ideas make me wonder why they actually haven’t been on t.v.

Analysis anyone…

Dan Miller has been in almost every dream I 've had in about 3 years. In the last one We were living in the suburbs married and I was pregnant. I really hated that dream because never in my life will I ever live in the suburbs. But thats beside the point. Oh and if you dont know, Dan miller is from O-Town