I have had dreams about (in no particular order): Dave Foley, Joshua Malina, Allison Janney, Jimmy Buffett, Paul Gross, the Monkees, to name a few. None in the last few weeks, and rarely anyone more than once. I’ve had quite a few sex dreams involving celebrities (male only, though). It’s funny, because when I have those, I feel very self-conscious the next time I see the guy on TV. Weird, huh?
No, but he is starting to resemble Carl Sagan, and he does appear on Scientific American Frontiers (or whatever that PBS show is called).
Me, Michelle Trachtenberg, Wesson oil. I have that one quite often, actually. 
I had a weird Cold Mountain-esque style dreaming involving a mute-deaf Hugh Jackman falling in love with Natalie Portman, who was a horribly mistreated slave on some farm…
It was Odd.
I dremt I was play Scrabble with John Mahoney (Frasier’s dad)
But instead of scrabble tiles I had playing cards. I was lamenting that all I had was a queen and number cards and couldn’t make a word with them… (I woke up before I thought of ‘LEET’ spelling)
Brian
Just last night, inspired by this thread or the three X Files episodes I watched the other day, David Duchovny and I were investigating… something or other. It’s hard to say.
I’ve had only a few. One was where I gatecrashed a pool party. I felt conspicuous as I didn’t know anybody and I was on my own, so I thought I’d get in the pool where I’d be less obvious. It was only on getting in the pool that I realised the only two other people in it were Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart. WTF?
In another dream, I met Julianne Moore at a party and got chatting with her. After we chatted for a while, we ended up making out right there in front of everyone. Can’t say it was unpleasant although it was weird to have that dream as in real life I don’t have the hots for her or anything.
I spend too much time here I think. I must have combined the Kurt Cobain thread and this one last night.
In my dream, Courtney Love was making a music video featuring background shots of Kurt. The band and her were all painted like that chick from Goldfinger, and I was the director.
I’m never sleeping again.
When I was a teenager - early 70s - and I had a dream that Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders came to my house and was making out with me. It was especially weird because I wasn’t a big fan of that group.
About six or eight months ago, I had a long involved dream in which Kevin Bacon was trying to kill me. He thought I had molested and murdered his child, but I hadn’t. For significant portions of this dream I was played by Kevin Spacey.* The dream ended when I (now played by myself) had gotten away from Kevin B and made it back to my apartment. I heard footsteps on the stairs and knew he was coming for me. I picked up the phone to call 911 but the line was dead, and I suddenly realized that I had left the apartment door unlocked. He was about to walk in and kill me when I woke up. I was a shaking mess, and to this day when my b/f leaves the apartment, he’ll lock the door then reassure me: “Kevin’s locked out.”
*I am female.
Dream #1 - I’m a waitress. In walks Oprah Winfrey. I take her order. French fries
and a coffee flavored Slim-Fast.
Dream #2 - Concert with Beck. I’m the only other person in a small room listening to him play an acoustic guitar. He plays “Girl” while looking right at me and smiling. Then he plays “Loser” and we both laugh. Magic.
Dream #3 - Just last night, I swear that entire movie with Ron Livingston and Jennifer Aniston (name?) played in my head. She needed more “flair”. He was adorable in a smirky sort of way. Weird.
A year or so ago I dreamed that Thomas Jefferson was living in a cage in our basement. He taught me how to make a suitcase out of frozen waffles.
Upon waking up, I told my wife about the dream (this part I don’t actually recall) and apparently I told her that not only was TJ much shorter in person than I hadthought, I detailed specifically how to pour the batter over the refrigerant coils and assemble the suitcase into a functional protoype. I was gonna be rich, although I’d probably have to share with TJ.
I had a dream where I was having sex with Clinton Kelly (from What Not to Wear), who morphed in to Thomas Hayden Church. Clinton is gay, and I think THC is ugly. What the heck was in my mind?
Susan