I had a rather silly one about giving Jonathan Frakes head.
Or rather I should say William Rikker , because we were being “observed” by Beverly Crusher, who kept giving me that cross armed sour look of disapproval.
My remark to her? "What’s the matter no one suck dick in the 23rd Centuary? She didn’t answer.
Another scary one was Alex Trebeck. This took place in the Hostess aisle in the supermarket. Sex among the twinkies, I’m sure ol’ Siggy would have alot to say about that!
This is one of those “I’ve never said it out loud/let’s never speak of it again”-type things:
-Steve Martin (this might have something to do with my penchant
for older men…hmmm)
-Prez of our Graduating class (although he’s the biggest jerk)
-Pam Anderson (although it was slightly disturbing and totally
downright dirty, it included nothing about
her ‘obvious attributes’)
GASP - I had an ‘Alex Trebeck’ one too! Throughout the whole thing he was quite the dominant one…interesting, no?
Anyhooo…:rolleyes:
Celebrities? Meh. Try dopers.
First one was about Eve. First guy was Oxymoron. Since then, plenty of crushes (and not-so-obvious crushes) and, er, femmes du jour:)
Oh yes:D
Usually, it’s some guy I know that I’m not attracted to in any way-I mean, I don’t hate him, but it’s someone I’m neutral towards. And it usually so happens that I encounter the person the next day.
Bizarre.
I have never dreamed about any Dopers, I swear.
Now that you all believe that…embarrasing sex dreams, ok.
Randy Johnson. Yes, the former Seattle Mariner.
And…
a priest at a parish I used to attend. But at least he was cute.
Isn’t he the Big Unit?
I rarely have sex dreams, but when I do, it is never about anyone that I know, except my wife. If anything, it’s a girl that I think may be a combination of girls that I know/want, but can never distinguish any features of who is who. Just a cute girl that I’ve never seen before, and each time, the girl is different.
I’m sure there is a meaning there somewhere.
Fantasies however… oh boy…
This goes without saying, but you are such a geek. 
I had one about Murphy Brown when I was in high school. But it was a combination of Murphy Brown and a vaccuum cleaner. What should I eat before I go to bed to give me more sex dreams?
Wow. Vivian, from Out of the Box. Well, it’s unconventional, but not all that weird, I suppose. But the fact that she’s the co-host of a kids’ show makes it a bit freakier, I guess. But it’s not sick.
Sadly, I have no weird sex dreams to share. That is, not involving odd celebrities.
Ewww. Mullet sex.
A guy I was in post-graduate school with. I didn’t like him at all, thought Andy was a jerk, which is what made it creepy.
My cousin’s boyfriend damn he’s gorgeous!
umm my cousin is male as well…
oh I am so embarrased!
One of the Golden Girls.
Does it matter which?
<shudder>
I once dreamt that I had borne the secret love child of Nikos Dabizas. I can’t watch Newcastle with a straight face even now.
I did that too! It was nice, the other me new where all the good spots were.
Not as creepy as the time I dreamed I was giving my husband’s brother a BJ. He’s one of those people that complain about everything, and he was complaining about my technique. I had to keep stopping to tell him I knew what I was doing. When I woke up, I was mad, then mad disolved into EEEEWWWWWW!
Interesting dreams, but I think mine is the most disturbing:
I am in London. I have committed some sort of crime and the police are after me. I run into Prince Andrew, who offers to hide me in a spare bedroom at Buckingham Palace (which has twin beds, and looks disappointingly like the guest room in an apartment my grandparents used to own, but we’ll let that pass). It seems that he expects sexual favors in exchange for hiding me, but I figure hey, why not, fair is fair and I’ve never gotten it on with a prince before. We’re making out on one of the beds when I hear some noises in the corridor.
“Oh, it’s all right,” says Prince Andrew. “It’s just my dad. Let’s have a threesome.” :eek:
Needless to say, I decide to take my chances with the cops after all.
OMG, I’ve never told anyone this, but I had this dream: I’m walking through a store, and I end up in the TV department. There, on the screen, is a non-existant episode of the Golden Girls. The one where the Girls decide the hell with finding men, they should take matters into their own hand, so to speak :eek: 
:eek: Oh well, at least the song parody “Hey Masterbator” (set to the music of Marcarena) wasn’t playing in the background, so I have something small to be thankful for.
On the other hand, I can’t really say I’ve had any embrassing dreams about having sex, because on the rare occasion I do remember that sort of dream, they’re about men who don’t really exist.
This was a LOOOOOOOOONG time ago, but Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders. What’s really bizarre is that I wasn’t a big fan of his. I could recognize their music on the radio, but it’s not like I papered my room with their pictures. It was very disturbing to my innocent teenage psyche.
Anybody remenber Xuxa?
Look here–
http://www.xuxa-usa.com/xuxa08.jpg
for why she is boner material. :o
I have had many sex dreams about guys who were eecchhy for one reason or another.
What I finally figured out is that usually it’s a case of me wanting to have power or control over them (example: graduate instructor at university) or being curious about someone you recently met (example: dad of a new friend of my son’s)
Oddly enough, no celebrities or famous people. Hmmmm.