Category Archives: Celebrity Dreams

Oh, Hill

Last week, I had the most horrible dream about Hillary Clinton. It was very short, but extremely distressing. I was at an event. I was seated on the front row, and she was one seat over, flanked on both sides by… I don’t know… friends? secret service? Not sure, but when she tried to stand, they had to help her. She could not stand on her own. She looked depleted, exhausted and ill. She had that blank look in the eyes that people have when their life force is draining out of them. I was so sad.

Interpretation: Dreaming of a politician

To dream of a politician, denotes displeasing companionships, and incidences where you will lose time and means. Source: Dream Interpretation

On this one, I found no interpretation of dreaming about a politician that had any relevance to my waking life. The interpretation above is the closest because daylight saving time began today, so I did lose time, literally. But I don’t think that’s the spirit of this interpretation.

Interpretation: Illness

Illness is an unfavorable symbol for you. Unfortunately, it is not the case when some dream has an opposite meaning in reality. Instead, it gives you a signal to check your state of health and take corresponding measures in time.

If you or someone else is ill in your dream, such a dream is a warning for you. It cautions you against some oncoming danger in the future. Source: Globe-Views

This is the second illness dream I’ve had recently. In my last illness dream, I dreamed I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Understandably, I’m not thrilled with this interpretation.

Parasomnia

sleepwalking-1-2Originally Written: January 12, 2017

H is still sleeping, but I’ve been up a while. I got a good night’s sleep, not waking until 4:44. That’s almost 5:00 a.m., and I consider 5:00 a.m. to be honest-to-goodness morning time. The night was uneventful. I don’t recall any dreams, and I didn’t swing on H or run into a wall or piece of furniture, or sit up in bed screaming at someone only I could see. In my book, that’s a thumbs-up kind of night. Speaking of books, I just ordered a new book. It’s a thriller/detective: The Sleepwalker by Chris Bohjalian. I’ve never read this author and know little about the book, but honestly… could I pass up a title like that?

I’ve finally come to the full-fledged realization that I’m a bona fide sleepwalker. I’ve probably taken this too lightly for a while, believing that these were only widely spaced, semi-isolated incidents that would eventually go away, or at the very least, would not become dangerous.

There were long stretches without any incidents, but they slowly increased in frequency and intensity. They started out with me sitting up in bed and yelling at someone only I could see, then a rebellious hand knocking water off a nightstand or hitting the headboard, and eventually to where I find myself today, running into furniture, tripping over things, jumping up and down and spinning in circles.

I had another dream a few nights ago. Putin had poisoned Barbara Walters, and she was dying. She asked me to get her purse and camera that she’d left in another room and a newspaper article she’d been reading. When I attempted to retrieve them, a man tried to wrestle the purse and camera out of my hands. I swung on him, and I hit H in the mouth. This is a problem. I suggested that he start sleeping in another room, but no go with that idea. He’s afraid I’ll kill myself in the middle of a crazy dream. The guard rail for the bed has not arrived, but it should be here soon.

Dream Interpretations
Dictator
To dream of a dictator may symbolize an over controlling father or father figure.

Yep to that one.

Celebrity
To dream that you are good friends with a celebrity represents your idealized version of someone you know in your life. Perhaps you hope that a real-life friend can act more like a particular celebrity. Consider the qualities that you see in this celebrity and how you want your friends to have those qualities.
Source: Dream Moods

Sure, Barbara Walters can hang with me anytime!

Poison
To see poison in your dream denotes that you need to get rid of something in your life that is causing you much sickness and distress. You need to cleanse and purge away the negativity in your life.
Source: Dream Moods

I didn’t actually see poison in my dream, but this was the coolest interpretation I could find. I don’t have a lot of negativity in my life, thankfully. I can’t make sense of this one.

Missing Johnny

johnnycarsonDecember 7, 2015

Last night, I dreamed I was at an event. I was seated next to Johnny Carson. That’s it. Nothing more. I turned and looked, and it was Johnny. I miss his gentle and classy way of tucking us in at night, making us laugh at the day’s events, shrinking their magnitude to a manageable size. Thank you, Johnny.

Haunted House

Originally Written: April 8, 2015

I was looking at a house with my son. There was a pretty girl in the house who was selling doves. My son bought one for me. Martha Stewart helped us choose the dove. Then Martha and the girl were gone, and we were looking at the house again. My son wanted to spend the night in the house, but I felt bad vibes and wanted to leave. He insisted. Then he told me that he was going to leave his wife, that he was having an affair with a beautiful blond soap star. I was devastated and angry with him and worried about The Grand Trio. By now, I had very strong feelings about leaving the house, but he wanted to stay. The house began to shake. There were bad spirits in the house. We ran for the door. We made it outside, and we were safe, but he ran back in with a vacuum cleaner, shouting that he had forgotten to vacuum the living room carpet. When he was inside, a huge human skull appeared in the sky. I woke screaming.

Three Dreams because One is just not Enough

October 23, 2014

First Dream

We found the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood: smaller homes, one story, nice lots, and neighbors in our age bracket. It was moving day. Before we could even get our sofa in the door, several neighbors gathered around to welcome us to the neighborhood. I heard one say, “Did you hear that Dick and Jane failed the test. The association told them they cannot move in. They had to haul all their things away to storage.” I said, “Excuse, me. What test, what test is this?” She said, “Oh, you haven’t taken the test yet?” “No, nope, no test.”

All the neighbors turned to look at me with that tsk, tsk expression on their faces. The woman continued in that elementary schoolteacher tone, “You cannot move in until you pass the test. Dick and Jane studied for weeks and could not pass. Have you studied?”

“No, nope, no.”

H and I rushed to the office and got our test. It was the size of one of those grocery flyers that you get in the mail on sale day – the Sunday version that has extra pages.

A classic anxiety/fear of failure dream. Wasn’t this the same dream we all had in our senior year at exam time – just before graduation. Shouldn’t I be over that?

Second Dream

I was in an elevator, and I needed to get off on the third floor. It stopped on every floor except the third floor. I really needed to get off on the third floor. I kept going up and down, up and down. As I’m sure you know, it never stopped at the third floor.

Okay, so those were my dreams a few of nights ago. I had this next one the night before those dreams, but a little explanation first.

I recently read a John Grisham novel, Sycamore Row. It’s the first Grisham book I’ve read in a long time. I finished it just before his much talked about remarks regarding child pornography inflamed everyone, and I had the dream just after he walked those remarks back in his apology.

Jake Brigance is the protagonist in Sycamore Row, the same Jake Brigance that Grisham brought to life in his first novel, A Time to Kill. Matthew McConaughey played the Jake Brigance role in A Time to Kill, and those are the threads from which my third dream materialized.

Third Dream

H and I were walking on a beautiful beach. We came to the bottom of a flight of stairs that led up to a large beach house on a cliff. Workers were just beginning to paint the stairs white. Matthew McConaughey walked out on the deck above and shouted down, “Come on up.” As we ascended, he bounded down the stairs with a light step and shook H’s hand. He was all Matthew McConaughey in his white, loosely fitting linen shirt that flapped lightly in the sea breeze. His radiant, blond wife came out and shook my hand as she drew my fingertips to her lips and lightly kissed the tip of my index finger. It seemed strange, but hey, they were the McConaugheys. They invited us inside. There were a few other people there (no one that I recognized), and they asked us to enjoy some blue crabs with them. Those crabs were the biggest blue crabs I’ve ever seen. They were at least eighteen inches long. At least. I said, “My father would love to see these crabs.”

The dream vanished. I didn’t even get to taste a single crab.

Did you hear Grisham’s remarks? What was he thinking?

Dancing Angels

dancing-angels“Dancing Angels” ~ Artist: Alfred Gockel

Originally Written: June 23, 2011

A few nights ago, I dreamed I was walking down a street in a small town. The atmosphere was that of a parade. Peppy carnival music was coming from somewhere. There were people everywhere, and they were in a festive mood. Suddenly angels appeared from nowhere. There were at least a dozen of them, and they were dancing in the air. They made all sorts of interesting formations and were very entertaining. They weren’t your subtle, garden variety, whiter-shades-of-pale type angels. Their dresses were all the same modest style, but the bright colors and bold patterns were unique to each dress, and they were all Meg Ryan.

Seems plausible.