I once dreamed I had sex with Rowan Atkinson on a windowsill. It was very bizarre.
In each dream I was pregnant and [my partner] walked in on me cheating on him.
A sweaty Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen on a kitchen table. Argh!
Ronald McDonald. I shit you not!
[I am] severely traumatised by a dream where I was 'intimate' with MICHAEL GOVE!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaargh - it was weeks ago and I still shudder!!!
-Singaporefling via mumsnet.com
- Getting a Sexy Rub-Down from Lineker
Pregnancy is doing horrible things to me.
Tom Hanks - not young, vaguely attractive Tom Hanks, but old, scary-wig-from-The DaVinci Code-Tom Hanks.
Erotic physiotherapy with Gary Lineker *boak*
Oh, and a steamy shower with Willem Dafoe. Weirdly/horrifyingly, that one's stuck and I simultaneously fancy him/am disgusted with myself. Hoping it wears off soon!
- Bigoldsupermoon via mumsnet.com
- Nicholas Cage is a Massive Masochist
A couple of nights ago I dreamed I hooked up with Nicholas Cage, and he turned out to be a gigantic masochist and I kept trying to hurt him as much as he wanted, but he just didn't feel ANYTHING, no matter how hard I hit him with a paddle and it was very frustrating.
- showbiz_liz via metafilter.com
- Patricia Arquette's Impatient for Sex
I guess this technically isn't a sex dream, but...before I lost my virginity I had a dream where Patricia Arquette (who was, like, totally into me) and I were trying to find a private spot to have sex, and every time we were about to get to it we were interrupted by something or someone and had to move on. After this happened a bunch of times she lost interest and left.
- The Card Cheat via metafilter.com
- Disappointing Barrel-Sex with John Cleese
John Cleese. At his current age. In a giant barrel by a crossroads. But I only got the 'we have just done this' part, not the actual deed, which in retrospect is a bitter disappointment. Take me back, John!
- darksasami via metafiler.com
- Eco-Friendly Sex Scene with Lohan
I co-starred in a movie with Lindsay Lohan about rescuing very small killer whales a few nights ago. It was nothing at all like sex.
- ChuraChura via metafiler.com
- Morphing Lesbian Sex with Sigourney
As a straight woman...I have had only one sex dream with a celebrity and it was Sigourney Weaver. It started off as her Ripley persona, but at the end she morphed into her evil stepmother character. I am still not sure how I feel about that.
- subject_verb_remainder via metafilter.com
I had a sex dream involving Fred Willard. There's not really anything I can say to make that statement less awful, is there? Oh, there was also the dream in which Thora Birch showed me her vagina dentata. Not in a sexual way, just: 'hey, look at this thing I have'.
- pxe2000 via metafilter.com
My first celebrity crush that I remember to this day was Jessica Lange in King Kong (1976) and this monkey FELL HARD. I had the dream sometime after that because I was 7 in 1976 and even this monkey's hormones weren't THAT precocious, so was probably a couple of years later. It was a weird dream because it took place in my bedroom, which confused the fuck out of me when I woke up. But in the dream, I get up out of bed, walk to my closet, open the gate-fold doors and BAM!...nekkid Jessica Lange in my closet with an inviting smile on her face. BOO-YAA!
I remember thinking 'I'm supposed to drop to my knees and kiss her between the legs'. But when I do, I'm confronted by 3 boot-brushes hanging on the wall like some abstract art vagina.
Stand up, smiling Jessica Lange. Kneel down, boot-brushes. Iterate 2 or 3 times, wake up, walk to the closet...and be not sure if I was disappointed JL wasn't there, or glad that there were no boot-brushes on the wall.
- Pirate-Bartender-Zombie-Monkey via metafilter.com
I don't know if this counts a sex dream, but I did dream once that I was in a cafeteria with Galen Tyrol, and he whipped out his penis. Or rather, it mostly looked like a penis, but was the size, shape, and consistency of an elongated paper lantern. No dangly pieces, though. He poked it against a piece of furniture, and it even collapsed like a paper lantern. Then, the Chief called me 'so very, very loose'!
- Coatlicue via metafilter.com
Mark Zuckerberg (played by Jesse Eisenberg in-dream) and I were engaged to be married. We had sex in my office and then he handed me two gallon sized Ziplocs, one full of cocaine and the other full of weed, in lieu of an engagement ring...I was pretty pleased with the deal.
Much better than the time I dreamt Stanley from The Office was begging to perform oral sex on me.
- peacrow via metafilter.com
- 'I Did Not Have Sexual Relations With That Woman'
I had a dream shortly after Bill Clinton was elected that we had sex in the back of a limo, but afterward I was all sad and disillusioned because I admired him so much.
- JoanArkham via metafilter.com
- Dusty Warehouse Sex with Clive Owen
Clive Owen. In a warehouse. With benefits. But I was mostly worried about how dusty everything was and couldn't really relax.
- biscotti via metafilter.com
- Angry Sex with Matt Smith
I once dreamed I was secretly married to Matt Smith, only he kept lying to the press about it. We had a lot of awesome angry sex over the issue, though.
- PhoBWanKenobi via metafilter.com
- Missing Out on Freaky Magical Sex
Oh man, I just remembered my super embarrassing yet awesome dream wherein Alexander Skarsgard and I both inherited an equal share of a Nordic B&B that was also a dragon preserve and there were many stupid romcom shenanigans and a lot of community judgement for my apparent lack of magical skills, and lots of pep talks and consolations from friendly baby dragons...Eventually he and I were about to have a lot of freaky magical sex and then I woke up feeling hugely disappointed and betrayed by my psyche and by the universe in general.
Also there was a moment of extreme panic when I realized I did not know how to properly prepare preserved whale tongue for the hungry guests at the B&B.
Oh yeah and once I [had a sex dream] that me and Tom Hardy were vampire space hookers that were naturally also intergalactic spies.
- elizardbits via metafilter.com
My crushes (celebrity and otherwise) only show up in my dreams to reject me. Luckily, it doesn't happen often, but that is what inevitably takes place. In one dream, Rik Mayall made fun of me for being attracted to him, and even in the dream state I thought: subconscious, please, am I really being spurned by Rik Mayall?
- Countess Elena via metafilter.com
- Getting a 'Wonderful' Tonguing from Mark E Smith
I had a wonderful dream where I was asked to fill in on drums for The Fall and Mark E Smith ended up sucking away on my ear and neck with his toothless gums and lizard tongue.
- kittensofthenight via metafilter
- Supermodel Orgy - Access Denied!
I once read somewhere that Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell shared a suite (along with their entourage) when they visited Rio (or it might have been another city), and they called a dealer who delivered a huge bag of blow. Supposedly as soon as they paid him for the coke, they basically pushed him out the door.
So a week later I dreamt I was with them during that encounter, and the three of us went into the bathroom and were snorting up huge rails, making out ravenously and groping each other, on the verge of having sex. Then I woke up abruptly. Biggest anti-climax of my life. I tried so hard to go back to sleep and continue the dream, sadly to no avail.
- Devils Slide via metafilter.com
I had a sex dream with Bill Clinton back in the 1990s (I was kind of shocked. I have never thought of myself as the kind of woman who is attracted to politicians. I'm much more likely to want to throw rotting vegetables at them); and then in about 2010 I had one starring Barack Obama. They were fairly similar, but in the second one we sat on the edge of the bed afterwards and agonized about Michelle. 'I can't believe I did this' I said despondently 'I really love her'. 'So do I' agreed Barack 'We should never speak of this again'.
Sex dream complete with guilt. Can't beat it.
- mygothlaundry via metafilter.com
I dreamed I was raped in the mouth by James Earl Jones in my Maidenform bra.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
I have had dreams of rimming Mark-Paul Gosselaar. Often.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Hot and Steamy Shower Sex
I dreamt that Brian Williams was in my shower (not my real shower, but the dream took place at my house). When he began to masturbate, I got upset because friends were supposed to show up.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
After crushing hard on Dominic Monaghan for three seasons on Lost (I like short, weird-looking guys, what can I say?), I had a dream about him, that we had sex in the closet in my parents' bedroom in the house I grew up in.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Bradley Cooper's Tiny Black Boxer Shorts
Bradley Cooper. He lived in a dingy apartment. and was wearing nothing but tiny black boxer shorts. I knocked on the door and he let me in and we had a convo in his living-room before we fucked.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- The Only Time Anyone Ever Dreams of Sex with Piers Morgan
I was watching Ryan Seacrest going up into Simon Cowell while Piers Morgan was going down on Cowell.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
I once had a nightmare about having sex with Tom Hanks. I've never found him even remotely attractive and I remember being very disturbed by the nightmare the next day wondering what it could possibly have meant.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Melissa Rivers Strap-on Dream Fuck
Melissa Rivers fucking me with a strap-on.
- Edgar Rosenberg via datalounge.com
- Trolling with Heath Ledger
Heath Ledger and me were in a public restroom giving each other a hand job. When we finished he wanted to stay trolling, but I dragged him out and we got on a plane piloted by his father.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
When I was 13 I had a wet dream about having sex with Burt Reynolds. I believe a weight bench was involved.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Hate-Fucked by Mitt Romney
Got hate-fucked/raped by Mitt Romney in a dream once. It was really hot.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Nick Adams is a Dirty Aggressive Bottom
I went to the final performance of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, on Broadway, and fell in love with Nick Adams, the actor who plays Adam/Felicia. That night I dreamed that he was a dirty, aggressive bottom, and I matched him move for move with my dominant top performance. I specifically remembered how his muscled ass grabbed my cock as I fucked him. I also remember how filthy our language was, and how he met every challenge I made.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
I once had a sex dream where I had a threeway with Alan Alda and Mike Farrell. I had been watching a lot of M*A*S*H* at the time.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Jake Gyllenhaal Likes it Raw in Public Libraries
I had a dream that I fucked Jake Gyllenhaal raw in the New York Public Library. I have never been attracted to Jake Gyllenhaal in real life, so I have no idea why he starred in one of my sex dreams. And the NYPL thing was just weird.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
- Marlon Brando Likes Black Cock
I had a dream I was in a three-some with Marlon Brando and Wally Cox. Brandon told me he preferred black cock but he got a passing grade. Wally had a really tight hole with amazing sphincter control.
- Eldergay via datalounge.com
- Pete Sampras Serves it up HOT
Only two come to mind -
My first was with Pete Sampras, the tennis player. This was back in 1990 or 1991 when he first came to attention. I had a dream that we were hanging out together, and he lowered his shorts and spread his legs apart, and encouraged me to go down on him. I was amazed by the meat hanging between his thighs. That's when I first knew I liked guys.
The other one I remember was a few months ago. I was in the hospital for knee surgery and Timothy Olyphant came to pick me up, wearing his cowboy hat. He brought me home, put me to bed, then undressed and slid next to me under the covers. He started to stroke my cock while he was kissing my neck and sucking my nipples. I begged him to go down on me, but woke up before he did.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
I had a Vampire Diaries based dream where Elena was dead and her brother had his first male/male sex with a hot Indian guy in the bedroom across from his sister's dead body.
- Anonymous via datalounge.com
I have reoccurring sex dreams about the 20-something version of actor Bud Cort (Harold & Maude). Sometimes, he's himself in the dreams. Other times, he's various characters that he's played in that era. In one dream, I get it on with him in the dressing room of a mall! I must admit, I truly enjoy every one of these dreams.
- Court via datalounge.com
- Mr T the Big Cockblocker!
I was 5 years old when Romancing the Stone, starring Kathleen Turner, was in theatres. It must have made quite an impression on me because, while I do not remember seeing the film, I distinctly remember attempting to kiss my mother’s friend Marge (who also happened to be the nurse who had delivered me) at my family’s dining room table a short while after having seen the film. As the beginnings of a man’s sexual exploration go, it was less than auspicious. I can’t say for certain that Romancing the Stone burrowed its way into my subconscious but, given my immediate reaction to the film, it is likely that Turner hid out in the crevices of my imagination for years, waiting for the perfect moment to spring out and upend my life. That moment, as it turned out, would take place several years later, when I was 14 and Turner appeared as the object of my affections in what is far and away the most unsettling sex dream I have ever had.
Given the hulking mass of testosterone Turner would later become, the dream seems especially disturbing in retrospect but, in my mind’s eye, Dream Turner was sultry and alluring, not at all unlike her character in Romancing the Stone. We found ourselves entangled on a bench, in my high school’s boys’ locker room. I have no idea if one has anything to do with the other but, at the time, I was in danger failing PE, due largely to my refusal to change into gym clothes. In the dream, I was aware of the surroundings and troubled by the fact that we were in the locker room. If Mr Wheeler found me, there would be no talking myself out of that 'F'. Unless! Maybe he would be incredibly impressed that I was clumsily groping at THE Kathleen Turner, and announce that, not only was I going to ace PE, I was henceforth exempt from any strenuous athletic activity of any kind, on school grounds or elsewhere. 'To the victor goes the spoils, Anderson' he would say, 'and I can think of no greater victory than humping all over Kathleen Turner, here in the musty darkness of the Prairie High School Boys Locker Room'. Probably that is how it would play out. But no time to think about Mr Wheeler and the ramifications of my conquest! I was Big-Time Frenching all over Turner’s face and things were about to get Adult Sexy. Kathleen Turner was not some repressed-and-conflicted schoolgirl who wanted to rebel against her parents, but not so much that she risked getting pregnant. No. Kathleen Turner was a woman, and I was a man, and we were going to have Adult Sex.
Unfortunately, our passionate careen towards Adult Sex was interrupted when a diminutive, muscular figure emerged from the shadows of the locker room showers (fully clothed, thank God), and asked me point-blank, 'Whatchoo doin’?' It was Mr T. Were it not enough for my pubescent mind to grapple with the fact that I was engaged in a dreamtryst with a woman nearly thrice my age (lovely though she may have been in Prizzi’s Honor), I now had to grapple with the appearance of another childhood entertainment touchstone, B.A. Baracus. (The 'B.A.' stood for 'Bad Attitude', you’ll remember.) In my dream (and probably in the recesses of whatever consciousness I could muster at the time), I feared the worst; that Mr T would ingratiate himself into the affair and monopolize Turner’s affections. I could not have this; I needed to head him off at the pass. To the best of my recollection, this is how the dialogue played out.
Dream Kasey: We’re together.
Dream Mr T: Cool.
Dream Kasey: She’s with me.
Dream Mr T: I know that, fool! You just said that!
Dream Kasey: Why are you here?
Dream Mr T: Congratulations!
Dream Kasey: OK
Dream Mr T began to walk away, then wheeled around and shouted, 'HEY!' at which point I awoke, horrified, disappointed, and completely perplexed. What the hell would have happened after 'HEY?'
I guess I’ll never know and, as neither Turner nor Mr T would ever appear in one of my dreams again, I am left to ponder which psychological childhood knots I was trying to untangle by dreaming up a scenario in which B.A. Baracus put an end to my dalliance with Matty Walker. It plagues me to this day.
- Kasey Anderson via crushable.com
- Freddy Krueger's Underage Fuckbuddy
The first was when I was about 9 years old, and I dreamt I was in a giant warehouse that was completely empty, save for a gold canopy bed. My friend Lauren had a canopy bed, and I always associated it with romantic notions of princesses and love. In my dream, I was lying on the bed with Smithers from The Simpsons. Even at that early age, I remember thinking how weird it was: not because a cartoon character was undressing me, but because he was a gay cartoon character. This must have been after the 'Malibu Stacy' episode, where the sexuality of Mr Burns’ assistant is not so subtly revealed when Smithers boots up his computer. Not much happened with that scenario…even in my fantasy, Waylon Smithers was squeamish; refusing to take off his underwear. We probably dry-humped for a while, or did whatever a child’s dream interpretation of dry-humping was. I think it was influenced as much by Cool World as The Simpsons, but I woke up feeling vaguely disappointed that even in my dreams, (cartoon) (gay) men were repulsed by me.
My sexual subconscious manifested itself again about a year later in the form of a reoccurring dream. Bear with me here, because this one is even stranger: once every couple of months, I would dream of a woman all dressed in black and wearing a dark veil over her face would appear in my room. She’d never speak, but would just point to the area under my bed, where I could climb between my floorboards and descend into another world, where the earth was on fire and the sky full of bright stars. Freddy Krueger would be waiting there to court me.
I’m talking 'court me' in the medieval sense. He had a castle (on fire), and flying horses (not on fire), and could make himself look like Brad Pitt. Why Brad Pitt? I have no idea. I didn’t even really know who Brad Pitt was, except that he and Tom Cruise were supposed to be every little girl’s fantasy.
Freddy Krueger would always offer me the same deal: stay with him in the dream world, and I would live as his queen. Anything I could imagine would be mine, and Freddy could change his appearance to look like whomever I wanted (which at that time happened to be Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park). The only condition was that every so often, we would have to go catch some teenagers in their dreams and then scare them to death. Kind of like how Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin tried to scare off Winona Rider's family in Beetlejuice.
It actually sounded kind of fun. In my dreams, Freddy and I got along great: we shared a hated teenagers (babysitters, mostly), had the same ironic sense of humor, and liked to scare the shit out of people (in the real world, I had been known to lock my little sister in the basement after she had inadvertently seen Poltergeist on TV; an air vent leading from my room to right behind basement’s television made it very easy to convince a 6 year old that her sister had been sucked into a ghostly dimension). Freddy and I were a match made in hell, obviously.
But every time I had this dream I would demur his offer. God knows why: to this day I still think I would have made an awesome Mrs Freddy Krueger. And Freddy, always the gentleman, would sadly lie me down on his nightmare chariot, and kiss me all over. (and by all over, I mainly mean my tummy). Then he would gently pick me up with his hands - fun fact: Freddy only has knives for fingers when he is trying to kill you - and pull me back into the waking world, promising that he’d be back soon to ask to marry me again.
I had that dream consistently until I was around 13 years old. Then the dreams stopped, and I haven’t had one since. It was a sad end to my childhood, like when Wendy got too old to fly to Never-Never Land. The really weird part though, was that it wasn’t until I was in college that I ever actually saw the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street.
- Drew Grant via crushable.com
- Angelina Jolie's Misshapen Penis Clit
Fuck, I had the worst dream last night. Angelina Jolie was in my house, sitting on a chair in my living room. She looked all concerned. I asked her what was up, so she pulled down her pants and had some misshapen penis seemingly an extension of her clit. I asked her if she could jerk it, and she did, so this red ooze came out and curled up next to her misshapen red penis. it looked like dark red wet twizzlers. She cried, saying it was all wrong, and I woke up.
- CookieMancer via kingdomofloathing.com
Ok, I once had a straight dream that Sandra Kerns (Charles in Charge) asked me to insert a cheese crisp somewhere crisps don't belong!
- Imelda Matt via itwasfunnyinmyhead.blogspot.co.uk
I fucked Jessica Alba in a bed surrounded by blood.
- f3ralanarchy via okcupid.com
The only celebrity I can remember is this one time I was trying to nail Bette Midler. Fortunately, people kept interrupting us, so it never happened. I have no idea why it angered me so. They were saving me.
- Least Impressive via rottentomatoes.com
I had another with Kelly Hu giving me oral. She was Martin Lawrence's girlfriend in the dream and we were messing around in his apartment without him knowing.
- Viscious Voodoo via rottentomatoes.com
- Helen Mirren Incest Threeway
I don't even know how many females I had sex with in this dream, but one of them was Helen Mirren. I had a threeway with her and her daughter.
- Christopher256G via rottentomatoes.com
Disclaimer