So, last night I had a dream where I met Carlos Mencia and Dave Attell. Dave’s car wouldn’t start, and I helped push it so he could pop the clutch. They were both nice enough, and I chatted with Carlos when I ran into him a bit later at Pike’s Peak.
I’m not particularly a fan of either of these guys, so I don’t know why they appeared in my nighttime vignette.
So, ever meet anyone famous in your dreams? What were they like?
Lots of times. We usually just chat on a parkbench, with them being my Ideal Listener I suppose. There was this one time Toshiro Mifune beat the shit out of me for no goddamn reason though. I still haven’t quite forgiven him.
Apparently, my SO spent part of last night in bed with Neil Gaiman too, and then went to an art gallery with him topless. Lucky girl.
I dreamt that I was hanging out with my old high school buddy, Brad Pitt. I’ve never met the guy, but I used to know a few people that went on to become famous actors. I’ve never dreamt about them.
Shortly after the election I dreamed I was at some event where Obama was speaking, but the crowd was making so much noise I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
I once had a really weird dream that I went on a boat, for a cruise, but the actual point of the cruise was to get dental work done. (I know. I cannot think of a worse place to have dental work done than on a boat, but that’s why it was a weird dream.) The people performing the dental work were all celebrities. My dentist was Burt Reynolds.
ETA: Oh, and don’t anybody analyze this dream, please.
I once helped Joe Montana build cabinet shelves in the basement of his 2000 sq. Foot house next to a small lake.
It occurred to me while we were building the cabinets that Joe and I were pretty good friends which suddenly struck me as strange that I would even know somebody famous much less be best friends with them.
At the time Joe was QB for Kansas City which probably was the ticket to inserting him into the dream sequence. (I live there and follow the team)
But the dream fell apart quickly when I realized -
Joe wouldn’t own such a small house
Joe wouldn’t be risking his hands and fingers building cabinets during football season.
There was no reason for Joe to be my friend
I knew diddly squat about cabinet building.
Joe wouldn’t shut up about his great coffee brewing skills; his coffee tasted nasty
Hugh Laurie and I once carried on an extremely brief but passionate affair.
Also, my ex-boyfriend once dreamed that John Cleese stole his car.
Danny Bonaduce tried to kill me once. I can’t remember what it was Donny Osmond did, but it wasn’t good. I’m not a fan of either, don’t know what they were doing in my dreams!
At some point before the election I had a dream where I was hanging out with Barack Obama. He was buying a round of Jagermeister shots and being a generally nice, fun guy. I saw him on TV the next day and had that weird feeling of “hey! I know that guy!”
A long time ago I dreamed I was college roommates with Madonna.
I had a dream once where I visited Tony Randall. He lived on a boat, a really nice one with lots of well-maintained teak. The boat was in a marina which was set up like a neighborhood, but with docks instead of sidewalks.
In the dream I was having my car looked at by a mechanic; it was making a weird, high-pitched squealy sound every time I’d give it even a tiny bit of gas. The mechanic was a young black dude with Elvis-like mutton chop sideburns who wore, even while poking around under the hood, dark wraparound sunglasses.
As we’re talking about my car, the cat’s mother shows up with his lunch…and it’s Oprah. The mechanic introduces me to his mom, and we chat briefly. It’s definately Oprah Winfrey, no doubt about it. After she says her goodbyes and kisses the mechanic on his forehead, I say to him, “Duuude! Your mom is OPRAH??!”
“Man, what the fuck is an OPRAH?” he asks, puzzled.
Weird, huh?
During the election I had a dream I was at an Obama rally at a local high school. I was sitting sideways on a bleacher seat talking to some folks, and he sat with his back to me talking to some other folks, and we sort of leaned on each other. My dog must have been on the bed at this part of the dream because I remember waking up feeling creeped out that I actually felt someone touching my back.
A few weeks ago I had a dream that Stephen Fry was speaking at the high school next to my house (which is real), and he passed out. But no one knew what to do with him since he is British (??) so they brought him to my house and I gave him some bottled water.
I had shots in a bar with Nick Cave once. Last night, I dreamt Lindsay Lohan was dead, and that it had some relation to me, but I didn’t really meet her as such (I actually had to check out wiki earlier today).
The Monkees were in a parade in my dream, once. About halfway through the parade, they threw Mike’s hat into the crowd. I had to rewind the dream several times in order to reposition myself where the hat would land.
Riding in a convertible with David Brenner.
No, I don’t know why.
I once had a really vivid dream where I was convinced that Joe Satriani was trying to kill me. He was stalking me through my old school. Scary stuff.
I once had a dream that Taye Diggs came in through my side door and snatched my checkbook right off my kitchen counter. I chased him down the hall but he got away. 
I actually have an ongoing series of dreams where David Bowie and I are not-quite lovers. He makes a point of seeing me whenever he’s in town, and we have this amazing sexual tension between us, but we never actually get around to sleeping together (for a different reason each time - last time it was because he had started dating this really jealous Chinese girl.)
I’ve fucked Hugh Laurie in a couple of dreams. Damn he’s hot. Those were good dreams.
A few months ago House (Hugh Laurie) ended up at my supposed place of work, and desperately needed a ride so he could get back to his team to save a life. I tried to drive him there, but the gates were frozen partly open, and not only would they not budge, my car couldn’t get through after several attempts.
So, we decided to drive one of these instead since it would fit through the opening left in the fence. Only it was yellow. And, loaded down with two adults, went approximately 7mph. We got as far as a payphone about a mile down the road before he bailed and called Forman to pick him up.
Wow, a few House dreams. I had no idea he cheated on me with other dopers. 
