I dreamt that Bob Costas and I were elected President and Vice President, American Idol style, during half time at the super bowl. Hu. Bob Costas.

Me and Sheryl Lee (Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks) got it on once. But then she was attacked by a badger. I made a motorbike out of a lawnmower and vanished into the sunset.

Aside from dreaming about Metachatters?

I often dream myself into the scripts of tv shows. Always cheesy ones like Gilmore Girls. Once, after watching a Joan of Arcadia marathon I dreamed I was hanging out with Amber Tamblyn.

shut up! I like non-demanding television, ok?

This morning I just dreamt that my girlfriend and I were hanging out with Carrie Brownstein from Sleater-Kinney in an abandoned wharehouse before their show and she was being dressed by a fashion consultant (and hated every outfit the consultant was putting her in) and we convinced her to wear something normal like she usually does and she thought that was a great idea. Then we proceeded to scale down the walls of the building (no working elevator) and rocked out!

The other day I dreamt the individual who is effectively the ceo of our organization at work was running against Mayor R. M. Daley in Chicago.

Apparently, indie rock peeps and mayors from long running political machines these are the "celebrities" who appear in my dreams.

Knock-down, drag-out fist fight with George Clooney. Details at 8.

Many moons ago, I had a dream in which Billy Milano busted out of my TV and started moshing in my living room.

The other night (in dreamland), I met Mr. T and he was really sad. I needed to help him find his Mom so he could be happy again. So we went skiing and had a milkshake together (one glass, two straws).

That's quite simply the best Mr. T dream I've ever heard. Thank you, zerokey.

I had a sex dream about Bill Clinton once, back in the day. I was really embarrassed when I woke up but what the hell. At least he's not a Republican.

In high school I had a dream that my friend's head had been surgically swapped with Bette Midler's.

I had a sex dream about Bill Clinton, too - but recently. It's pretty strange because I don't harbor those kinds of feelings about him in real life.

That's the only celebrity dream I've had, I think, except for the one about quonsar.

My husband dreamed that he saw Michael Moore on the bus (yes, here in Greece), and was all like "Wow, hey there, good buddy - long time, no see, eh?" and he introduced him to whomever he was with, but he was really embarrassed because he hadn't called him in so long.

Abigail Van Buren (Dear Abby) showed me her stash of frozen feces one night. Still trying to deconstruct that one.

When I was 19 or 20, I dreamt that I was sitting in the OK Hotel having soup and coffee with William S Burroughs discussing the absurdity of things and the fabric of reality. He showed me how pulling different strings, and he'd finger through the frayed edges to pull a thread, would change things thusly and we'd look out the window, past the viaduct to watch reality shift...thusly. I remember loving the sound of his beautiful gravelly voice and rumbly laugh. He was equal parts cosmic creator and mischievous prankster.

A few years later, I finally got a chance to see a picture of him and he looked exactly as I'd imagined. One of the best dreams I've ever had.

[postmodernmillie: um, yeah, that one would stick with me a bit]

I dreamed that Boris Kodjoe was sucking on my big toe while Brad Pitt fed me cherries.

Imagine my disappointment when i woke up to find that the toe sucking was actually my cat nibbling on my toe!

This is copied and pasted from an old blog entry of mine (sorry for the length):

i was standing on a street corner looking for a lift. a Formula One car pulled up and let me in. i sat down facing to the rear of the car. my bare feet overhung the back of the car by a bit. we were driving to wherever it was i wanted to go and this other car got too close (on purpose) and bumped into my feet. my driver pulled over and i realized this other car/guy was after me. i took off to get away from the bad guy. Jennifer Lopez and a girlfriend of hers pick me up at a mall (a rather futuristic looking mall) and took me in their old pink Cadillac convertible to wherever they were going.

the next thing i remember is being in a room with me waking up with the girls and several other people including Ben Affleck. we were chatting back and forth and i said something witty to Ben. we all got dressed and ready to leave. Jennifer and her friend took me with them so we could continue on our journey.

once outside we found out that we had been flooded out. the three of us went into an abandoned building to try to work our way around the flooded area. didn't work. some guys directed us to this ship in which we were all to escape. the captain adds we (us?) three to a huge group of women in kind of a galley. yes, i mean oars. we were to row ourselves out of danger. whee! the Captain got us settled in and taught us the words to A Pirates Life. we started rowing and somehow i hurt Gwyneth Paltrow's bosom with the oar. (don't ask me, she just showed up. Madonna was there too.)

after we got going i saw that our escape route looked more like a amusement park ride. we made the first plunge and i yelled that i didn't sign up for a fucking E Ticket ride. after a few more plunges and twisty turns my section of the galley (including Gwyneth, some other blonde and myself) somehow became separated from the rest of the ship. our section plunged through an opening in the water chute thingie we were in. i was in a total panic at that point and jerked abruptly awake.

Pity me. I had two dreams about Tom Cruise.

The one I remember was him giving me these gold plastic tokens that looked like gold coins. Heaven knows why. Ew.

my celebrity dreams generally involve X-rated film actresses from the mid-to-late Eighties, and are harshly lit under hot halogen lights

I think we speak the same language, matteo.

It's funny that you should post this today as I had three separate dreams involving celebrities last night:

i. I was moving through alternate universes where I'd keep bumping into people I *knew* I should know, yet didn't, including the ladies from Desperate Housewives.

ii. I taught Neil Patrick Harris how to fly his recliner chair, then donated to his homeless Nintendo fund!

iii. I was one of Madonna's dancers ... actually her ONLY dancer as we did her concerts in a very small room that only held 3 people per show ... until she got mad because I didn't know what a "three chocolate all star" was. I still don't know, except it's either an ice cream confection or a complicated avant-garde dance maneuver. She didn't make it clear to me. Bitch.

I hate my dreams. They're just not normal.

I had forgotten the dream I had last week, where I was waiting in line for a banquet at a strange medieval castle with Steve Martin, except he had multiple facial piercings. He gave me a big gold coin and told me it was my entry into the S&M orgy that night in the dungeon, and I was like, "Uh, thanks but no thanks," and he got angry and tried to take his token back, but I felt that I should hold onto it, just in case.

Whew. I think I need to forget that one again.

I dreamt that I saw Thom Yorke standing in line at an airport, with an iBook and headphones, and I walked up to say something fannish and he said "No!" before I even started talking, and I slinked away, ashamed. I mean, it's not even a good dream, being as it's probably only a very slight left shift from somebody's actual experience.

The dreams that don't involve celebrities are better, like the one the other night about jumping ahead 10 years in time and trying to get an internet connection or get to a library so I could find out what had happened in the intervening time. The new computers were cool, I am happy to report, and I was trying to use a standard 2005 version PC but it turned out that it was all outmoded and had been turned into a fishtank.

You went to a Spaniard and Mexican orgy, mgl? Next thing you know you'll tell us you're bi!

[/Old Steve Martin]

I had a dream where I went on a date with Clay Aiken and we were dancing. It was very romantic. Too bad he's fruitier than Chiquita Banana.

Jeeeez... I don't think I've ever had a dream about a celebrity. It's not like I haven't fantasized about a few while I was awake... how unfair.