I had a dream once where my friends and I were chased by Hitler, and then he turned into my gym teacher and told me to start swimming. We were talking to the librarian at school the next day and I told her about it and she burst out laughing.
Let’s see, I once dreamed I was a member of the Partridge Family, that I was Davy Jones’s little sister (in the Monkees when he was younger), that I was on Remote Control with Colin Quin. Um…hmmmm…
I had an erotic dream starring myself and Alicia Silverstone a couple of years ago. Meanwhile, just last week I dreamed Britney Spears had a new video where she had sex with another woman (the guest star wasn’t recognizable to me). In the dream, my hubby and I used the sexy video as a mood-setter. 
Non-sexual dreams? Get back to me. Those I don’t remember quite as clearly. Just not as interesting!
About 10 years back I dreamed I was part of a counter-terrorist squad with Carl Weathers (Apollo Creed from the Rocky movies), Johnny Depp and Billy Idol. Johnny and Billy were wearing mechanics uniforms with the short jackets. Billy Idol was passed out in a garage with a nearly empty vodka bottle cradled in his arm, and I thought:“he won’t be much use now”.
Carl and Johnny drove me to a restaurant where the terrorists were supposed to strike and I’m supposed to be undercover. I’m sitting at a table with an attractive young woman ordering dinner, but I don’t have any money and don’t know how I’m going to pay for it.
Two men come in dressed as medieval monks (brown hooded tassocks), throw off their robes and pull out Thompson sub-machine guns. The two men are Al Jorgenson (Ministry, Revolting Cocks) and Charles Manson, except that Charlie is very tall and looks the same age he did in 1969.
I don’t have a weapon so I jump to their sides and yell “every body down on the floor! Keep your hands where we can see them!”
Carl Weathers grabs me by my collar and yanks me back into the kitchen. He says that I failed the training and have been re-assigned to load the garbage truck with Billy Idol.
A couple years ago I dreamed that I was in professional wrestling with my co-worker George. It’s right before the show and Taz and Al Snow were telling us not to worry, everything was going to be alright. Rick Flair was supposed to show us some moves before we went on but he didn’t show up. Then our music comes on and George starts giggling about how he’s going to beat the shit out of me. I was scared to death because George is a skinny, squirly headbanger and he was tweaked out of his mind. Fortunately I woke up before we walked through the curtain.
I’ve had dreams (erotic and regular) about members of Depeche Mode. I’ve had a couple of dreams where Brad Pitt was my brother, I guess because sometimes, I think he looks like my brother. I had a dream about Mike Nesmith of the Monkees where we were teenagers that lived in an orphanage in the Old West, and we were “interested” in each other. I also had some dreams featuring Neil and Tim Finn from Split Enz, but I can’t remember what was happening. My dreams are usually extremely detailed, disjointed, and strange. I believe I also had some dreams with David Duchovny in them, but again, I can’t remember what was happening in the dreams. Oh well…
I had a dream a few weeks ago (that went on forever) about me and Robbie Williams, and yes it was full of sex. God was I pissed when I woke up, it seemed so damn real!
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I once had a dream that Sammy Davis, Jr., asked me to do repairs on a VW Beetle he owned, in Redondo Beach. I did the repairs, over the objections of a mechanic, and circled a block looking for a parking place…
In a dream in my teenage years I met Whitey Ford, star pitcher for the Yankees, in the Yanks’ clubhouse. I told him I thought the Yankees were really making the AL race once-sided (they won their 5th straight pennant that year, 1964.)
He grabbed me by my lapels and growled, “What did you say?”
Sex Vicious (the late “bassist”, not the wrestler) came to me in my dreams to have sex with me.
Apparently I was having a party at my house, and feeling a bit drunk and yucky, I wandered up to my room. He was laying in my bed, so I hopped on him.
Lovely dream.
I’ve also had several non-sexual dreams about Billy Corgan: one where I ran into him at McDonalds, and one where I won him in some kind of contest.
I haven’t had any I can think of, off the top of my head, but my mother told me she once conversed in a dream with an in-character Tony Soprano (James Gandolfini).
This site collects submitted celebrity-starring dreams, most of them British. Some of them are quite interesting- one of my favorites involves the person riding in a garbage truck with Abe Lincoln and Courtney Love.
I dreamed once that I was doing craft service on a movie Hugh Jackman was in, while Mr. Rilch was doing electric on another film. Someone mentioned offhandedly that Mr. Rilch had been hurt on set and “they want you to meet him at the hospital”. But no one would give me more info, or let me use a phone, or in fact, acknowledge me at all. Finally, Hugh let me use his cell phone, and then had his driver take me to the hospital. How nice!
I recently dreamed that Nicole Kidman was chasing me through a mansion made out of ice. She had blades growing out of her forearms that she was slashing at me with. Very scary dream.
I had a very exciting dream that Aerosmith came to my house and wanted me to be part of their band, and Joe Perry took a very “special” interest in me.