…that have you thinking “WTF” when you wake up:
Andy Rooney
Strangely enough, I met the current Pope in my dreams last night, and I’m not even Roman Catholic. FWIW he was a nice guy.
King Henry VIII was in my dreams this morning. His brain had been put into the body of a young man, and I, apparently, had been put in charge of the horn dog.
Aside from having to explain to him that he was no longer an annointed sovereign, couldn’t have his girlfriends beheaded on General Principles, and the whole New World thing, I also found myself explaining modern fashion and technology to him.
And it was a bitch to keep him out of the food court.
WTF, indeed.
You don’t have dreams, phouka, you have short stories. Thanks for sharing that. I hope it was more entertaining than frustrating for you.
I’ve had Freddy Krueger visit my dreams a couple times, we basically discuss pulling pranks on people we find irritating or annoying, I actually scared Freddy once…
most of my more memorable dreams involve me hanging out with attractive female vampires though, no idea why vampires in particular though
Oh yeah.
Billie Holliday singing the theme song to Speed Racer. (and she was kickin’ it)
And “Little” Eva Braun singing “The Locomotion.” It was awful.
Erik Estrada. As a midget.
My first sex dream was about giving Peter Brady a bj on a school bus.
(I can’t believe I just admitted that)
Just out of curiosity – is he of your preferred gender?
twickster, what a timely thread!
I woke up half an hour ago from a dream where a bunch of people were sitting round a table at a pavement cafe in Tel Aviv - CEO of the company I work for, chief PR person, a colleague who works over in South America, and a bunch of Dopers.
A new thread had just been started on ‘What’s the most money you’ve ever had’, and Dopers were posting their stories on when they were in foreign countries with hyperinflation and had trillions of squillions of millions. Strangely, there was no computer, no monitor, and only one keyboard, which the Dopers passed around reverently and watched in silence while the Doper in possession of the keyboard composed his/ her post.
Sitting to my left was Sage Rat, further down the table was you, twickster, and somewhere down on the right was featherlou. There were also a bunch of male Dopers who didn’t seem to have names.
So how does it feel to star in someone else’s dream?
A little creepy, actually! :eek:
Great OP. Last night I had a dream where I was playing poker with:
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[li] My cat[/li][li] My grandpa (dead many years)[/li][li] Gwyneth Paltrow[/li][li] Henry Kissinger (speaking like John Belushi’s impression of him on SNL).[/li][/ul]
My cat called my all in and beat me with a flush. Then I woke up.
I was watching that Gwyneth Paltrow “travel around Spain” show before bed, so that explained that. My cat was sleeping on my head. Yesterday was my grandpa’s birthday.
No idea what brought Kissinger to the table.
I had a long dream this morning about Dr. Drew meeting up with my family, for a second time, “by chance” while he was vacationing in the idealized dream version of the neighborhood I consider “home”. And us driving him around trying to get him where he was going, which was a lake that only exists in that dream version.
Then I saw his list of psychological issues for my family to work on. Passed by my other family members to find my entry simply said “ptsd”. (Post-traumatic shock disorder)
Not real hard to figure out what that dream was all about. 
Barack and Michelle Obama stole a taxi from me once. I was torn between being annoyed (i was trying to escape a serial killer at the time) and awestruck. They were so very pretty.
Gah! I read the title as “People who make canoes in your dreams…” and that only happens to me after I eat Mexican food.
In a dream remake of “The Big Country”, I rode off into the sunset with Jennifer Love Hewitt towards ‘The Big Muddy’.
I could even hear the music… (audio link)
Mr. Spacely…from Spacely Sprockets…from the Jetsons.
I used to have rather “active” dreams.
I had the entire cast from Leave It to Beaver (mainly Ward and the Beav) show up in a dream last week. I got to be pretty good buddies with Ward, as a matter of fact.
However, the WTF part was that when the LITB folks showed up, the dream shifted into black and white, and went back into color when they were gone.
I was apparently in a friend’s dream last night; for whatever reason, I was stealing a cake from a favorite teacher(?)
As for my dreams, I’ve had Freddy Krueger and Adam Pascal from Rent show up.
Adam just spent the whole dream rocking out (as would be expected), and as for Freddy…
we got it on. :o
Last week I dreamt that I was at a film symposium and was befriended by Werner Herzog.