I never did until about a week ago, when I dreamed I had the chance to sit down for a chat with Sir Paul. In some weird way he was making himself available to people, like a professor with office hours or something. I was going to suggest that he start a web message board.
I also wanted to ask him how bad a bassist Stuart Sutcliffe really was–was he really terrible or just compared to him (as just about anyone would be)?
OK, now it’s getting weird. I had another Barack-Obama-doing-nothing dream last night. That makes three.
So to my fellow Dopers I put this question: does this mean I should vote for Obama? Or should I vote for him only if I finally dream he does something?
My dreams are riddled with celebrity cameos. Mostly they drop in, say a line or two, and then leave. The first one I remember was from when I was a kid. I had a crush on Valerie Harper on Rhoda. I dreamt that we were getting married and she and I rode a white stallion into a cathedral.
Other celebs:
Patrick Stewart, dressed as Picard, trying to make waffles in my kitchen but the batter was too runny.
Heather Locklear sunbathing on a raft in my pool. The raft popped and she flew away on it as it deflated.
Hillary Clinton throwing rocks at pre-school kids.
I’m late for an appointment and my car breaks down. James Gandolfini pulls up and offers me a ride. As I open the car door he tells me to watch where I put my feet. I look down and see a pool of blood. In the back seat is Barbra Streisand with her throat cut and her eyes gouged out. I decided not to get in the car with him and he starts to cry!
Chuck Norris walking through a political convention and literally kicking the shit out of everyone there. I mean he kicks them and they start to defecate. There was blood and crap everywhere as he worked his way to the podium. There he announced that he was sick of all the pussies and losers screwing up the country and so he was taking over.
Johnny Depp, dressed as Sweeney Todd, robbing a 7-11. As he ran out the door he performed a quick change and turned into Willy Wonka.
Jessica Alba and Charlize Theron walking into the steam room where I am sitting. They take off their towels, walk over to sit on either side of me and….the f’ing alarm clock goes off.
I dreamed a few months ago that I was hanging out with the White Stripes at a secret practice/recording location. I was outside of some nondescript building out in the country for whatever reason, when I saw Jack and Meg pull up. I went over to make a little small talk, and they didn’t seem concerned that I “found” them. I was invited into a big somewhat dusty room in the building, there was various old junk in there. Can’t remember any music though.
Slypork, those are some great dreams. Somebody needs to illustrate them!
thanks. Either I have a very active subconscious, I’m a dream stalker or else I’m certifiably insane. I haven’t figured out which yet.
Natalie Portman at the height of my sissy schoolboy crush. She was staying over at my house and I was hitting it off with her, but nothing happened.
A week ago, I had a dream that I was in a doctor’s office feeling very ill. Matthew Fox came by in a doctor’s lab coat and squeezed my foot as if to reassure me that I’d be okay. I remember wondering if somehow I’d wandered onto the “Lost” set.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago with Jane Curtin among my friends in my living room.
Don’t know where that came from. Haven’t seen 3rd Rock From the Sun in years.
I have recurring dreams, which are all basically the same, featuring music celebrities I like. Said artist/band comes to town on tour. I am a fan but also know them personally. We’re not really close friends - like I don’t have their phone numbers - but when they come to town there’s a standing agreement that we hang out. So, the dream consists of me going to the venue, finding backstage, and making small talk before the show. Not exciting at all (and *definitely *never erotic), but in the dream I am very aware that I’m an unusually lucky fan, and I am grateful to have a rather ‘normal,’ easygoing relationship with these people and not a stalker-y, weird one.
The celebs in question (in order of frequency): Hanson, Madonna and Faith No More - not so much of them since they broke up.
Interesting…or not… that I am pretty sure I have never dreamt about the one celebrity who I consider a friend (or, perhaps more accurately, a good acquaintance) in real life: Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
I dreamed Alice Cooper was driving a Sydney suburban train.
Last night it was Julian McMahon. That was…not unpleasant.
When I was a kid, I had nightmares about being chased by the members of Kiss.