I had this terribly exotic dream
wherein I engaged in a threesome
with Martha Stewart and Oprah
Winfrey.I did not want the Menage
a trois to end…but,as all
dreams it ended with an under-
standing that at some point we
would again meet…
Nicole Kidman was trying to kill me in one of my dreams, and she had blades for hands.
Naomi Campbell tried to seduce me in a dream, but I was married at the time (and of course did not realize I was dreaming), so I turned her down.
TheLoadedDog - Eeep! And I thought my nightmares were scary!
Diana Ross - many years ago. Story is too insane to relate.
Julianna Moore - we made out at a party. This is weird as I don’t fancy her at all.
Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart - I crashed a pool party and, not knowing aybody there, I got in the pool where I came across these two.
The ruler of North Korea. Last night. I yelled at him.
I can’t say I’ve ever met any celebs in my dreams, but in real life I’ve met Alice Cooper and Meatloaf in person (and a few other ‘local’ rock stars!)
The only celebrity dream I can remember clearly is one where I was making out with Britney Spears–this is odd as I’m a heterosexual female. Though I think I was kinda turned on. It was Britney Spears, after all.
I think I had a few dreams about a few obscure bands I am/was obsessed with–can’t remember very clearly though.
I had another dream about going to Hell–in this case I met Joseph Stalin. Later in the dream I met Stalin’s second wife, Nadya Alliluyeva. She wouldn’t speak to me. A short time later I met Ian Curtis and he wouldn’t speak to me either.
Hell was a nice place in the dream,though,–it looked kind of like a golf course.
I dream about characters every now and then. Just last night I had a dream about Homer Simpson.
I don’t really want to say what happened to the poor man, but if it were ever made into an episode, it would have to either be for Halloween or the series finale, if you know what I mean.
I dreamed I met the group ABBA in some little U-Cheatem convenience store.
IRL, I’ve met George Takei (Mr. Sulu of Star Trek) and Hank Locklin (classic country music artist). Both of them very nice gentlemen.
I have a recurring dream in which Eric Stolz tries to kill me. He always has long hair and a facial hair, as in Killing Zoe and Pulp Fiction.
I dreamed that Bette Midler was trying to kill me once and woke up crying with my heart pounding. I still haven’t forgiver her for that.
Another time Ted Danson and I went to get tattooed together. We both got roses on our ankles.
Just a few days ago, I had some hot monkey sex with Will Ferrel.
It seems every so often, I’ll fall asleep and marry Elijah Wood. Am bitterly depressed upon waking.
Occasionally we end up in the local public library, for some reason.
Sean Connery, he’s not trying to kill me either, however it * is *a heart pounding pounding dream. Particularly since he is old enough to be my father. :o
I had a dream some years ago in which Robert Duvall chased me through an abandoned mansion, dressed as a priest, brandishing a human skull, and shrieking in a horrible nasal voice. It sounds funny but it was quite upsetting…
And I had a dream a while back in which I saw Mark Rylance acting in Antony and Cleopatra, and I was sitting in the front row, and he leaned over at one point and whispered something to me, though I don’t remember what it was. This one I’m sure was caused by anticipation of going to see the Globe’s Twelfth Night tour (which was spectacular, btw. And I did manage to land front-row seats!) 
I’m sure I’ve had other dreams about celebrities but I can’t remember them offhand, at the moment…
A few months ago, I dreamed I saw the lead singer from The Strokes riding a horse. I have no idea what his name is, but he was singing “Last Nite”, so I knew it was him. The police (not The Police) were chasing me, apparently because I looked like an immigrant, so I shot him with a rifle and took his horse.
The ghost of Baron von Richtofen - he wanted to show me that he was really shot down by anti-aircraft fire so he replayed his fatal last dogfight.
I convinced Jeremy Piven to keep his show “Cupid” alive and self-syndicate.
I rarely dream of famous people unless they’re ones I’ve known in real life, but just this past weekend I had a dream about Vanessa Redgrave. Unlike most of my dreams, this one was not at all violent or frightening. It was so vivid and she was so beautiful. It was by far the best dream I’ve had in a long time. I’m grateful to my brain for having given me such a nice surprise.
I dreamt that I shot Jim Carrey, once. (He was turning into “The Fly.”)
And once, I “watched” a Barbara Walters interview with Stephen Hawking, after he’d miraculously had his ALS cured. Standing, he was about 7 feet tall (!).
I just met Justin Theroux in my dreams last night. Nice guy, but he got annoyed when I kept asking him if he knew everything that was gonna happen on Alias this season.