Are these reoccurring dreams, people? I dreamt I was good friends with LeBron James once and we just hung out and played video games. Upon waking up, I was sad. I think I hurt his feelings in my dream by throwing acid in his face. Why he was mad is beyond me.
I was taking a shower and noticed Frank Sinatra crouched at my feet, singing “Mac the Knife.” Then he tried to bite my ankles.
I found myself at Martha Stewart’s house, where she ordered me to help her get ready for a party by pouring whiskey shots and squirting Cheez-Wiz on crackers. She said she liked my style, and leered at me.
Random celebrities often have small walk-on parts in my dreams. Too many years of watching old sitcoms, I guess.
Just last night it was Donny Osmond. That was weird; the amount of waking thought I give to Donny Osmond is almost nil.
A while back I had a very strange dream in which Danny Bonaduce was trying to kill me.
I don’t normally dream about famous people, and why these two have appeared is beyond me. I wasn’t quite old enough to watch them on TV in the 70’s.
A very conservative Republican girl I know dreamed that Obama was trying to help her cheat on a test. We both thought that was really funny.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
OMG–I’m laughing so hard I’m crying!! I’m also remembering a dream where I fucked a 300 lb. Rudy Guiliani in a high school football stadium!! (in the stands–not the field).
esprix has turned up in my dreams, as have my dreadful downstairs neighbours.
For the last several years, Count Chocula has been making occasional cameos in my dreams.
I hate cereal, so I have no idea why he stumbles in.
I’m glad you added the part about doing it in the stands. Otherwise I might have thought the dream was twisted.
I had a dream once that I was one of the children in the Brady bunch. That weird creepy kid Oliver was there too. No dick sucking took place though, I just remember waking up thinking WTF?
faithfool: I read it at first glance exactly the same way.
A while back, I started a thread about this same topic (way too long ago to ressurect), in which I was trapped in a mammoth labyrinthine house owned by the Addams Family. In my dream, the teenaged daughter from “the Munsters” was part of the family too, but she had long wolvering-like claws extending out of the back of her hands.
They resembled the Charles Addams cartoon versions more than the TV versions (except for the Munsters girl). These Addamses though weren’t cartoonishly, laughably ghoulish, they were truly evil & malicious. That was the truly WTF? part for me. This was more like an actual nightmare. Only…it was the freakin’ Addams Family!
Also going back a few years ago, I had a similar ‘nightmare’ in which I was a character on “That 70s Show.” I was one of the gang of kids on the show (I’m not going to say how old I was when I had this dream). Everything was deadly serious and there was some convoluted ‘backstory’ involving a Blair Witch type legend, and a vengeful ghost. When I was in the midst of the dream, it was really frightening. Of course when I woke up, I laughed myself silly about it.
I had Judy Garland in her Wizard of Oz days turn up in one of my dreams. We were both resistance fighters battling the disguised lizard aliens from the TV mini-series V. Judy is a really good shot with an M-16.
So glad I’m not alone. You wanna paddle? 
Dennis Miller. Years ago, before the whole neo-con thing.
Me and him set up a Protoss base in this little valley. Those cannon things are heavy, but the crystals just float around.
That’s when I knew it was time to lay off Starcraft for a bit.
Last night, I had Walter Brennan in my dream. It’s kinda’ weird because my dream was in colour and he was in black-and-white, but he wasn’t on TV.
He was sitting at my breakfast table right across from me, and he was dressed as Amos McCoy (from his old TV show 'the Real McCoy’s"), but he wasn’t in his role from the TV show.
I forget what he was talking about, but as I recall it was a nice conversation.
I had a dream once about Ramona Quimby, all grown up and hot. I think I had read too many of the books to my kids.
Kevin Spacey was my art teacher and he insulted my hair under his breath “that hair cut needs to leave the room” (I’m having growing-out issues, hating my in-between hair)
I’ve had sex dreams involving Mozart and Krishna.
I’ve also had dreams that I was in a relationship (different dreams, different relationships) with David Grohl from the Foo Fighters, River Phoenix, Dr. Drew, Adam Carolla, Kurt Cobain, and all of the members of Muse.
Other non-sex or relationship cameos include Tori Amos (usually involve me singing, oddly enough), and others that I can’t remember at the moment.
I sent the following to my best friend last week about a dream about my dog I’d had the night before:
“I had a dream last night that Joey died and we put him on the grill with two whole pigs. He was laying there all curled up and sweet. He didn’t have any grill marks on him or anything. But I didn’t want to turn him over.”
I’ve dreamt before about grilling people. WTF?
I also dreamt the other night that my dad was trying to tongue kiss me. ew-ew-ew
I have cray-zay dreams. Regularly. When I was young (like 8-ish), I had a dream that I was in hell eating a mans brains out of his head with a giant serving spoon. So I’ve always been a little…“off”… 
Cameos:
Prince (sexual)
Jeff Buckley (we were in love)
Leonardo DiCaprio (we were in love)
Elvis Costello (we were in love)
King Kong (chasing me)
Godzilla (stomping all over our town)
my dead grandma (she wanted to hug me)
my old boss (we were making out)
my dog (grilling, see above)
my sister and my dad (always these two…traveling, staying in hotels, packing)
my mom (never good dreams, I’m always crying)
I’d love to get my dreams interpreted.
Hunh. What good timing to have done a vanity search.
Did I meet you in Japan? Or how exactly have I left an impression on you?