Last night I had a dream I was at a conference and GWBush came out to speak. I wouldn’t think much of it, but since I’ve had dreams of every US President since and including Nixon, I thought it was interesting.
And you? Do you dream of the rich and famous???
No … but the real question here is … do the rich and famous dream about me? 
I dream of BEING rich and famous. Does that count.
I wouldn’t mind at all being rich. But, I don’t ever want to be famous.
Content with infamous? 
A man walked down a long road. Along the way he wrote many notes and dropped them after finishing each one. He didn’t give much thought to each note and rather enjoyed writing whatever words entered his head.
Some years later, the man entered a town. The street signs bore his name, the names of the places he had lived, and the names of the people he had met. Shop windows featured posters of the man. Theaters boasted marquees with headlines from his life. People the man had never seen before walked up to him and asked personal questions in rich detail, as if they were intimate friends.
“How strange,” the man thought. “How did I acquire this level of fame and renown, when I’ve tried so hard to stay out of the public eye?”
Then the man looked behind him, down the road leading into the town. Stretching beyond a distance he could measure, he saw a line of thousands of people, each of them holding a crumpled piece of paper.
Only if I dream about you.
Ever since I was 17 years old, I’ve had a recurring dreams of famous people. I thought maybe it was because I saw them on tv the night before or something. Not the case. I can still remember the first dream I had. It involved Billy Crystal, and me riding around in a car talking and laughing about something. The strangest would be a love affair I had with Clinton 
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I’ll try dreaming about some famous rich chick tonight, but don’t complain tomorrow if my dream is coming through … 
I’ve dreamt of Zhang Zi Yi.
Hmmmm… Zhang Zi Yi… 
I completely agree with this.
The rich part is good, but the famous part is not so good.
[quote=“bismarck”]I’ve dreamt of Zhang Zi Yi.
Hmmmm… Zhang Zi Yi… [/quote]
Hands off! That dream’s mine.
Ok, ok. You can have the dream… later, when I have the real gal. 
[quote=“Jaboney”][quote=“bismarck”]I’ve dreamt of Zhang Zi Yi.
Hmmmm… Zhang Zi Yi… 
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Hands off! That dream’s mine.
Ok, ok. You can have the dream… later, when I have the real gal. 
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She’s mine, all mine!!!
Zi Yi!! Zi Yi!!! Where are you baby? 
Dream of being rich and famous?
Yeah, then I grew up and realized there are far more important things in life than excessive money and popularity.
I can’t think of the last time I’ve had a dream that really involved someone famous except one I had last week where I dreamed I was in a restaurant and had asked for my money back because a waiter reminded me of Gilbert Gottfried. I woke up laughing but once I was fully conscious, it wasn’t really funny. Don’t ask. 
Well, at the risk of being flippant, I can only offer two good quotes:
“Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.” MARK TWAIN
“What is the matter with the poor is poverty; what is the matter with the rich is uselessness.” GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
I dreamnt I saw Bill Clinton at my childhood skating rink (water poured on the prarie ground and left to freeze). Anyway Clinton was half corned on cheap whiskey and couldn’t skate worth a shit. Helluva nice guy though.
Lately I’ve had a lot of dreamless nights … so I have to confess … last night no dream about a famous rich chick … is something wrong with me? :s 
Yes, mayhap you should PM Dangermouse.
A man walked down a path, which forked, leading to two adjacent pools. One was full of multi-colored worms. They could hardly swim, their numbers were so great. Hooded figures with huge nets waited along the path. They scooped up people walking down the path and tossed them into the pool, whereby the unlucky souls transformed into worms.
The other pool was murky. Water rats came and went. Eerie eyes poked out from the surface, watchfully. The hooded figures washed in this pool and strode strange beasts to cross from shore to shore.
The path leading to the first pool was paved, with ropes on both sides. The other path sloped downward towards the pool. It was covered with mud and caused the careless to lose their footing. Once fallen, they slipped and, with great speed, slid down the slope into the murky waters. Blackness came as they sank, their arms frantically grasping to hold something, their legs grasping for footing that wasn’t there.
I’ve had dreams of at least 10 different more or less famous Forumosans - some of them I’ve never even met. 