Oh, not necessarily in an erotic sense, but in any sense at all.
I have had dreams involving:
Bill Clinton
Judge Ito
Jack Nicholson
Ryan Seacrest
There–I did it. Now you can chime in with yours.
I dreamed I spent the day with George Washington. (He had had a run in with time traveling aliens, and needed help finding them.) He was surprised by the city, and the State named after him. Seemed a very engaging and pleasant person, in my dream. We ended up going to the Masonic Temple in Alexandria to meet his alien friends. They tried to zap my memory, but it didn’t work. When I woke up, I remembered it all.
Tris
I dreamed that I was talking to Arthur C. Clarke’s wife.
I also dreamed that I was reading a new manuscript by Adrienne Rich.
I’m more likely to dream about the characters in a book I’m reading than about famous people.
A couple of days ago I dreamed I met a coworker’s mom when she came to give him a ride home. She was Daphne Zuniga of Melrose Place & One Tree Hill. She also seemed to have been a nontrad student at my college too while I attended, despite being on a soap at the time. I think the least complimentary thing about her being in the dream is she’s only 16 years older than said coworker. They do have the same coloring, though.
I have had several dreams involving various assassinated Middle Eastern leaders. On three separate nights I dreamed I parachuted into Beirut to protect Rafik Hariri’s motorcade, I was in the box with Anwar Sadat, and I was somehow involved with Yitzhak Rabin though I can’t recall the details of that dream.
A few nights ago, I dreamt Whitney Houston died.
I had a very odd dream the other night. I ran into and hung out with The Sweet (the group who did Little Willy and Ballroom Blitz and others.)
I was hanging out with their drummer. Their drummer and lead singer were having a row. The dream was much more detailed, but probably not worth sharing.
The odd thing is, while I like Ballroom Blitz and some of their other songs, I haven’t heard them in years. I wouldn’t call myself a fan. What on earth made me dream of them out of the blue?
I dreamed Mick Jagger had a crush on me. Hard to say what was the stronger emotion when I woke up – relief that it was only a dream, or the convulsions of laughter at such an absurd thought (somehow I don’t think I’m his type…).
One common characteristic among my most memorable dreams is that they include people who shouldn’t all be together. The majority are people I actually know or have known, but thrown together in the wrong combinations.
I’ll dream that I’m in a house that in the dream I know is my grandparents’ house, but it’s not the right house, and they’ll be there with people I met in college after they had passed on…and Liza Minelli will be in the kitchen shelling peas.
Elizabeth Taylor, Dennis Hopper and many others have had such cameos, but I don’t really consider the dreams about them.
I woke up Saturday morning from a dream that Yoke Ono telling me she was divorcing John Lennon. After she left, Lennon offered to marry me.
I had a really raunchy dream about the guy who played Peter on The Brady Bunch the other night – though he wasn’t the Christopher Knight of the recent reality show appearances.
I had a very explicit dream about me and Alan Cumming doing it in a hotel suite once. I remember it because it was really dirty and also because I would not consider myself an Alan Cumming fan. I don’t even know where I’ve seen him.
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but once I dreamed I was in bed with Marilyn Monroe. And, maybe even better, I was Dean Martin. I was still wearing a black suit with a cool skinny tie, and my slicked-back hair was undisturbed, so evidently we hadn’t gotten around to anything good yet. Sadly, the dream ended before we did.
I often dream I’m on the ice with the St. Louis Blues. Alas, even in my dreams, I am the worst athlete you could possibly imagine. I think I’d trade the Marilyn Monroe dream for a dream where I score a nifty one-timer. My sports dreams, like my sex dreams, are really frustrating.
I had one long ago where I met the Beatles. John and Paul were perfunctorily polite, and soon left. Ringo was very sweet and funny and charming. George was kind and quiet, and until this dream, I had never noticed how handsome he was.
I had one dream a couple weeks ago about hanging out with Barack Obama. I think we were playing poker with some other guys.
A little more recently, I had a very uncomfortable dream that I roomed with a suicidal Richard Jeni 
only for some reason his name was Guy Ritchie in the dream. That last bit is the oddest, as I had never seen any Guy Ritchie movies or had any reason to have his name in my consciousness.
Funny you should ask.
Last night, I took a sailboat with Brad Pitt to the Tonight Show, where Diablo Cody hit on me. Swear to Og.
Damn! I don’t even have Whitney on my DeathPool List!
Oh, please. Whitney Houston is the reincarnation of the undead Keith Richards.
Two of my “weirdest dreams ever” involve celebrities-- Nick Nolte in one, Norman Fell in another. Dreams that were, in content and class, akin to the cameo of Neil Patrick Harris in Harold and Kumar… and dreams my friends still bug me about, years after I had them.
I dreamed I met John Lennon and had the following conversation with him:
John: It’s raining.
Me: No, it’s snowing.
John: Got a cigarette?
Me: No.
[John walks away.]
I mean, what the hell? That has to be the most mundane conversation ever. I was so disappointed that my subconscious couldn’t do better than that.