Dreams Involving Celebrities

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’ve had two very clear dreams starring famous people that I can think of right now.

The first was during the O. J. Simpson trial. I dreamed that he digitally raped me, and I looked in his eyes and said, “You killed her. I know you did.” And he gave me a sinister grin. I was so mad at him right then.

A couple of weeks ago, I had one involving Prince. I am a huge Prince fan and have been for 25 years. I dreamed that I was at a gathering with him, and he didn’t acknowledge me. I got really mad and screamed at him that after 25 years of records, then cassette tapes, then CDs, 25 years of love and devotion from me, he couldn’t even talk to me?!

Do you have any celebrity dreams?

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I had one once about Ed McMahon. I was at home reading when my doorbell rang. I answered the door and there on the porch was a smiling Ed McMahon holding a very large check. I flipped out and started celebrating, but it turned out he was just looking for directions to the winner’s house, so I beat the crap out of him.

All the others involve Jessica Alba and are X rated.

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About a month or so ago, I had a very odd dream involving James Brown. Basically, there were a several folks (maybe eight?) in their 20s and me in a hotel room where James Brown was in the process of having sex with a woman. We all felt rather awkward, but we were supposed to be there for some reason. It was almost as though we were part of JB’s entourage, but I’m not positive. I distinctly recall feeling ill at having to watch because, although he wasn’t specifically being cruel to the woman, it had a very dispassionate feel to it, as though he were enjoying using her.

I don’t remember much detail after that. If all of my celebrity dreams are going to be like that, I’d rather go without.

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I had one just the other night about Angelina Jolie. She got on a plane that I was riding on. She had on a floppy hat, and sunglasses, and was in coach, and had an aisle seat next to me. She was sitting head down, and very quiet.

So, I told her that a floppy hat and sunglasses were a fairly thin disguise in her case, but not to worry, I would not bug her any more. I offered her my window seat, pointing out that fewer people could see her there.

She was very nice, took me up on my offer, and thanked me. She left the hat and glasses on. After a while I noticed she was crying. Turns out the sunglasses were covering up a black eye. It was really hard not to intrude, but I figured that was the nicest thing I could do, in this case.

Then she wasn’t Angelina Jolie anymore. (That happens in my dreams a lot.) She was a young woman of my acquaintance, and she was in trouble with a boy, who had hit her. Then I woke up. Very odd feeling. I almost called the girl. Maybe I should have called Angelina Jolie.

Or maybe not.

Tris

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Absolutely. The celeb I see most often is Bill Clinton. I think the last time was about a month ago. He was sitting on the steps in my basement for whatever reason.

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Nope, the closest I got was having to write a biography of Farinelli for my art exam. I’m still trying to figure out why Farinelli :\

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To dream-drop one other name - and I forgot about this for a long time - but a little more than a year ago, I also had one dream with Monica Lewinsky. Here’s what I wrote about that part of the dream the following day:

The decor [of the store I was in]* made it seem like it was around Christmastime. Then I saw that Monica Lewinsky, of all people, was in the store. I continued wandering around, thinking up one-liners about the situation that were both very off-color and very funny. Eventually this made me feel bad, and I decided to find her and say hello. I told her that despite her, uh, place in history, I saw her on the Tom Green Show some time ago and that she came across as a very nice person. In fact, she seemed like someone I could’ve gone to high school with. She responded with some sincere pleasantries and talked about the ups and downs of life as a quasi-infamous public figure. Somehow I guess the conversation turned to romantic matters. She said she liked me but wasn’t sure she could put someone through what she was dealing with, and there we left it. I paid for the interesting-looking stuff I bought, got my change - which included some colored Ohio nickels. I prepared to leave, but it turned out Monica was still there. She started talking to me again, and from her first sentence or two it sounded like she’d reconsidered, so I began to hope we’d go somewhere together after leaving the store.*

Didn’t happen because this dream, as my dreams always do, quickly wandered off in another direction. Ah well.

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Does Dick Cheney count as a celebrity? Cause I had a dream about making a marquee display say, “You can go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney, with a 14” dildo made from the byproducts of Iraqui oil." The marquee was a giant one on the side of a mountain. Then it all went downhill from there (literally).

It was odd, I’ve never really dreamed about celebrity types, let alone directing political statements at them.

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Around the beginning of a very weird dream, Ben Affleck had to decide between letting either me or Keira Knightley on to the bus to safety. Guess who he picked. Evil…
…but understandable :stuck_out_tongue:

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I’ve only had one that I can remember.

I once dreamed that Sting slept with me (why Sting?? I don’t even listen to his music!) and then was a real jerk after. He was signing autographs at some show and I came up and said, “Oh, hi!” and he was all like, “Whatever.”

Asshole.

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What timing.

The other morning, the wife asked me out of the clear blue sky who I was having sex with the night before. Gulp.

Turns out that sometime right before the alarm went off, I was moving like I was having sex, and emitting, um…noises. I asked, and luckily that’s all I emitted, but still she was a bit disturbed that my response wasn’t “oh you honey and you were magnificent, come let us drop to the kitchen floor and re-create the moment…”

Well, I couldn’t remember even having a dream like that, never mind who it was, and that bothered her for some reason.

So this morning, I am in the midst of a very nice dream about (oh man am I going to admit this??) Audrey Hepburn in full Breakfast at Tiffany’s mode.

Me and Audrey we were having lunch somewhere, and planning to get away to “our” place. We left, walked down Michigan Avenue to a condo. It was an older building, lot of brick and brass. We went up to this cozy place, the blinds were drawn so it was very dark. My little Audrey sat on the edge of the bed and completely disrobed and laid back in the bed, pulling the covers up over herself.

So I undress while she watches and climb in next to her, and fun um, ensues.

Somehow I woke up right in the midst of this (DAMN). The first thought that popped into my head was the conversation from the other morning, and worried that I woke her again, and so she didn’t get any wrong ideas, I shoved her in the back til she was awake and said “Audrey Hepburn”.

“huh?”

“Audrey Hepburn. In case I woke you up again, that’s who I was doodling just now…in my dream. Audrey Hepburn.”

“She’s dead”

“I assure you babe, I just left her very much alive. It was the younger, hot Audrey, not the dead one, I promise”

“You’re a sick bastard, screwing a dead woman.”

I can’t win. Had I told her it was the fairly hot 50-ish Polish divorcee across the street, she would have thought THAT was normal. But no, dream about doing one of the sexiest women ever to walk, and I’m a sick bastard just because she’s currently dead.

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I dreamed that nocturne was getting it on with Salma Hayek. A great dream! Of course, now she wishes she had dreamed it as well

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Dunno if it counts, I had a very vivid dream about Opus the pengun once. From Bloom County. In it, he was hitting me with a stick. Bam! Ow! Bam! OW! Bam! Ow!

Aaaaaaaaaand…

my SO was helping. He had a stick, too.

I woke out of a dead sleep, looked my SO in the eye, and yelled, “You’re mean!” Not jokingly either, I was really convinced he’d done it.

He hasn’t let me live that one down yet.

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I dreamed I was married to Sean Connery! It was quite weird in that he wasn’t really himself in the dream, he was my husband. So, see, I was married to Sean Connery.

The only excuse I have for dreaming this, maybe, is that my husband is also graying and handsome, just like ole 007.

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I dream every night of having Claudia Schiffer, Nicole Kidman and Marilyn Monroe, all three, in a queen-size bed. :smiley:

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I once had a dream that I was the only one that could save Helen HUnt from going to jail.

And she was properly appreciative, too.

It was a good thing to dream.

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Oh lord. That just reminded me of possibly the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. Nothing too weird in most of it, just some usual stuff about riding buses and trying to find an unfamiliar location…

until the very end of the dream, where I turned into paddington bear. :confused: I told my brother about that one, and he was mentioning it to friends and acquaintances for years afterwards.

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My extended family, which included Clint Eastwood, was having a reunion in Colorado. Clint was very depressed and would not get out of bed. It was decided that I would go rent some of his movies and we’d all watch them to cheer him up.

On the way to the video store, I drove my car off a mountain road where there was a drop of several hundred feet. I knew I was going to die, but miraculously, my car just floated in the air, and I was able to grab something on the side of the road and pull the car back onto the road.

The next thing I knew I was back at the ranch, walking toward the house with the videos. But no one paid attention to me because they were all gathered in a circle in the yard. They were gathered around my car, which was smashed to smithereens. I realized that I was dead and that everything I remembrered since driving off the road was a fantasy that my brain had come up with to prevent me from being aware of the trauma of dying.

That probably didn’t cheer Clint up at all.

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Strangely enough, just last night I had a dream that the TV show “Bewitched” was brought back on the air - complete with the inimitable Elizabeth Montgomery in her prime, and Darren #2. (No Agnes Moorehead though.) I even remember that the episode which I was watching revolved around her suddenly getting her magical powers back after many years without them. Then, a backfired spell caused her to suddenly have 20 or more toddlers!

I awoke in abject horror at the idea that I had dreamed about watching television!

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What an odd coincidence.

Last night, Alan Alda, who was visiting the astronomy department, helped me set up a small aperature telescope with a CCD camera in my back yard to measure earthshine on the dark side of the Moon to get data for my thesis. We got clouded out.

My thesis is not about earthshine, and Alan Alda is not, so far as I know, an astronomer.