Showing posts with label celebrity dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebrity dreams. Show all posts

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Dream about John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Yoko Ono Oct. 10 2010



Oct. 10, 2010

With it being John Lennon’s 70th birthday, I had read an interview with Yoko Ono the day before.  In my dream, I was talking with Paul McCartney, who told me he was going to write a book about the Beatles, and he was going to call it “Help! I Need Somebody.” I thought it was nice that he would use a John song for the title, and he said he either knew John but didn’t know the Beatles, or he knew the Beatles but didn’t know John.  I didn’t understand and didn’t know why it had to be an either/or.  Then I suggested Yoko Ono could help write the book, but then I said it might not be balanced because she was too close to John.  Yoko chimed in at this point and agreed.  Weird dream.

Celebrity Dream – Jessica Biel – April 2010

April 2010

I just had a dream that somehow I was luckily enough to be making out with Jessica Biel. Then we ended up spending the night together and she enjoyed it very much.

In my dream, she had never been with a woman before, but I don’t know if that’s true in real life. Then, as a reward to me, she was going to arrange a threesome with her boyfriend, Justin Timberlake. I was so disappointed, because I wanted to just be with her alone.

Somehow all my Mormon friends were there when she was calling him to tell him about it, and they were all so excited that I would get to be with Justin Timberlake. I wanted to tell them they were crazy but then I woke up. This dream is totally rooted in reality.

Jessica Biel is so hot – I’ve had a crush on her since she was jailbait in “Seventh Heaven,” and she just keeps getting hotter. And I have never understood what women find attractive in Justin Timberlake. At all.

Celebrity Dream – Eliot Spitzer (May 2008)


May 2008

I haven’t had any celebrity dreams for years, but not long ago I had a dream that I was at a restaurant with some friends when the former NY governor Eliot Spitzer, who unfortunately recently resigned, and his wife sat at a table not far from us. My friends immediately began to whisper. I started to say something in his defense but then I woke up.

What I wanted to say was that I thought he had been a good governor so far, and I wished he hadn’t resigned. Yes, people (themselves hypocritical, really) thought he was being hypocritical for prosecuting prostitution rings and then he ended up getting caught as a client, and maybe that is hypocritical, but he shouldn’t have resigned for it. (I know prostitution is illegal in NY, but I’ll address that in a minute).

He paid for the services himself; he did not use state funds. I think what the new governor, David Paterson, did is much worse, for he charged hotel nights (when he was having an affair, of which he’s had several) to his campaign fund. That is so much worse! I can’t stand when people (politicians or executives or celebrities or anyone, actually) use business accounts or government funds or anything but their own money to pay for things, anything, for themselves, especially when it’s *our* money they’re using. That’s so wrong! That’s the worst! A deliberate misuse of public funds and the public’s trust! So what Spitzer did wasn’t so bad.

And yes, he cheated on his wife, but as I said, so did Paterson. Besides, I think monogamy holds an exalted and undeserved position in our national psyche. I don’t get it. There’s only been one person where I never even thought of anyone else. But that was also my only real relationship, and even then she broke up with me so many times so we weren’t even together for a consecutive length of time very often! So I have no track record to speak of in terms of relationships and I’m probably the last person to have a right to say anything about monogamy.

But personally, I’ve never been able to imagine marriage, only if it’s open, and even if it’s open, it’s hard for me to see. And maybe open marriages will never fully work in this society. I don’t know.
(But I do think it’s natural for men to want to have more partners, and I don’t necessarily mean it’s biological with men, but just that there are so many beautiful women out there. If wives would open themselves up to the idea of being with other women, I bet they would all want to cheat, too, and would better understand where their husbands are coming from.

When a woman wants to cheat with another man, I think it’s just because the other man gives her attention that her husband isn’t giving her. I remember a truly wonderful and very religious lady telling me that the pull of adultery affects even her — when her husband is putting her down or making her feel unattractive or unwanted, if another man gives her attention, regardless of what the man is like or who he is, she is tempted. Women just want to be loved. And they should be.

But they should also get to love each other, and then they will feel better. So I really can’t see monogamy working on either side. Though in some cases, it does, as with my parents. I know my parents never even considered cheating, and I know they really loved each other, and I think this is true of a lot of Mormon couples, though certainly not all of them. But the idea of one man and one woman literally eternally married to each other is so ingrained in the current Mormon psyche, where polygamy is relegated to the far distant past, that it practically eradicates any idea of adultery.)
At any rate, let’s not be so quick to judge, when what Spitzer did was outside of his job (with Clinton, the concern, or what should have been, was that he committed perjury, regardless of what for). Technically speaking.

Besides, prostitution should be legal, anyway. Workers aren’t protected otherwise and have no legal rights that other employees have. Child prostitution and forced prostitution could be eliminated if prostitution were legal. And madams and pimps wouldn’t get to keep all (or most) of the money.
And workers who independently have sex for money (whether on their own or in a club) would have legal protection, whereas now there is no guarantee the guy will pay unless he pays upfront. In what other sort of work would non-payment for a service performed be tolerated?

(Also, I think if prostitution were legal, the overrated idea of virginity, especially in terms of vaginal intercourse, which is the most boring, might go away as well. It’s all so ridiculous, the idea that prostitution is so heinous, that vaginal virginity is so essential and must be protected and rescued. It’s been made into too big of a sometimes deadly deal.)

Offering oneself for sex shouldn’t be looked down upon or seen as such a lowly prospect. People give exorbitant hours of their time in exchange for money. (What is more valuable and irretrievable than time?) Some people work for a horrible supervisor in exchange for money. Some people have jobs they hate in exchange for money. A lot of college grads spend two grueling years in investment banking, making beaucoup money, then go onto something else where they aren’t slaves.

Prostitution, likewise, can be a temporary fix to get someone on their feet or just to get ahead. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to do it for 40 years, though surely many do, but it’s okay in short doses. And nevertheless, it shouldn’t be thought of as wrong. Everyone works, in one way or another, for money. How you use your own body, your own time, is up to you.

But without legal protection, choice might not factor in. If prostitution were legal, sex trafficking could be stopped as well. And the stigma wouldn’t be so much on the prostitute as on the john if this service were legalized, or maybe the stigma could be wiped out altogether.

Politicians really need to look at supply and demand and legalize prostitution, especially since they all seem to avail themselves of this service at one time or another.

Celebrity Dreams ( written in 2005)


As a young teenager, I had one dream about James Dean, who was my idol at that time. In the dream he was a very old man, but still trying to act like a young kid, and was trying to pressure me into drinking a beer, but I didn’t. I felt like that dream showed me that what’s cool when you’re young is only pathetic in full adulthood, but I still continued to idolize him throughout my adolescence.

My idolhood for James Dean diminished over time, notably toward the end of college, but I will always have a fond place for him because he was who I wanted to be in junior high and high school. I felt a connection with him, as if we were one in the same, especially since he had several homosexual affairs and many believe he was much more attracted to men than women. 

Because I was afraid that I was only sexually attracted to women (I wasn’t even sexually attracted to James Dean!), I felt that we were two parts of the same person and could be whole if we were together. I thought he was the person I was supposed to marry (in the afterlife, of course), and for the longest time, I thought I was only supposed to get married to a man in this life if he were homosexual.

I also felt James Dean and I looked somewhat alike, both of us having very strong jaw-lines and similar body types with a large rib-cage, being short-waisted, with a large head in proportion to our bodies. I didn’t know if he had big hands and feet like I did, but he seemed to have a barrel chest, which is mostly common in men but which I (in addition to my other unfortunate masculine qualities) definitely have, and he was only a few inches taller than me. 

Our hair color was comparable as well, and although he had prettier lips than me and more prominent cheekbones, and was quite prettier than me in general, to be honest, I felt our similarities were striking. I actually felt he was more feminine and I was more masculine, so together we could be a complete person. Mostly, I identified with his portrayal of Cal Trask in “East of Eden,” for I, too, was rejected by my parents. (Granted, he was only acting, but it was so real to me that I incorporated Cal into James Dean.)

My first sexual dream occurred when I was a young teenager, and it starred my first celebrity sexual fantasy, Marilyn Monroe (not my first celebrity crush, which is Stevie Nicks, but my first sexual fantasy). Marilyn’s perfect, succulent body had fascinated me to no end, and she and James Dean were my twin idols in adolescence.

The scene in this dream was shot from overhead - on a large white bed with no sheets, some man was having sex with me, both of us lying on our sides facing each other, his arms all over me.  His face couldn’t be seen as he was turned to my neck, though I remember my face was looking away, completely bored. 

Then Marilyn Monroe entered the room and climbed onto the bed, on top of me, pushing the man away, and the man somehow disappeared.  The scene showed me smiling gratefully as I turned from my side and lay on my back in the bed, reaching out to Marilyn and pulling her tightly onto me.  The rest of the dream was just me and Marilyn Monroe together and it was wonderful.  

(During junior high and high school I was so sexually fascinated with Marilyn Monroe, but as I got into college, I became more attracted to Elizabeth Taylor, who represented true natural beauty to me while Marilyn mainly represented sexiness and artificial beauty. But like my fondness for James Dean, I will always hold a place for Marilyn, because she represented the ideal female sexual body and in my first ever sexual dream, she showed me how right it could be with another woman.)

I’ve had two dreams with Angelina Jolie, but in both cases I was only able to kiss her. I was too scared and overcome to do more, though I woke up angry both times, wishing my dream had gone further.

I’ve had several dreams about Elizabeth Taylor, but in most of them I was either just collecting dolls of her or pictures of her because I’m just so mesmerized by her beauty. In one dream, however, I was actually able to kiss her, and in this dream she was only in her late teens, not yet married, and I felt so guilty for corrupting her that I started crying and had to stop kissing her. Again, I woke up angry, wishing I had gone further. The most beautiful woman ever!

I had a dream that I was a guest at Mick Jagger’s house, and so was a beautiful blonde woman. When Mick saw me looking at her, he had sex with her in front of me, just to show me that I would never be able to get her. The whole time he was smirking at me and sneering and I was very angry and jealous when I woke up.

I had a spiritual dream about the four members of Led Zeppelin, but because it is such a sacred dream, I can’t share it with anyone (unless the surviving members of Led Zeppelin themselves want to hear it).

I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and I were roommates, and he had heard me telling some of “our” friends that he was a bad actor and should be in jail for brutally beating up a guy in a bar fight a long time ago (gouging out the poor guy’s eye, which is horrible and makes me sick, and I really don’t know if Wahlberg was ever properly punished for that), and so he planned to kill me when I came home. I hid in my room the whole time and pretended not to be home.