Pop Star Dreams

Long time ago, 94, just after Kurt's death, dreamt I was in a huge stadium, wandering the bleachers, when Courtney slut comes up and tries to bum a cigarette. I offer to trade her a Marlboro 16 if I could get Kurt's autograph - she took me to the vip area and showed me a whole heap of photos, then stared at me and said, "You know, unless you've got bruises on your knees, you haven't fought hard enough for what you believe in". She stared at me, I gave her the ciggie, then went though a doorway which led to a car park full of skaters and there - the dream ended. But that's 8 yrs it's still stuck around. I also dreamt of being sucked off by Bono, but that's another story...

1: c.1978? Dreamt I *was* Bryan Ferry, being interviewed by Nick Kent, in the woodshed of the first house I lived in. I was giving him a long list of tourdates.

2. c.1980? Dreamt I was walking down the aisle of a bus, and by mistake my bag hit David Bowie in the face. He cried. Later — same dream? another dream? — I talked members of long forgotten faux-mod group the Chords out of tormenting him. Again he was crying.

3. early 90s. Dreamt I was sitting on a bus with Kathy Acker. Behind us Nancy Reagan was not very secretly snorting coke, which Kathy and I found pathetic.

4. Last year (not directly pop-related, but equally megalomaniac). Dreamt that since that American senator had said he wouldn't do it any more, I had been asked to fly in and oversee the Northern Ireland peacetalks. Agreed somewhat grumpily , as I have a book I'm supposed to be finishing, and this would obviously cut into my free time.

For some unexplicable reason I had a dream that i met the inspiral carpets when i was about 11. Crap innit? If i do have dreams about famous people, it's always pretty shit ones.

1) I am out hitch-hiking through some country lanes and I get a bit lost. Come to a field where Morrissey is standing - he tells me I can take a shortcut through the field. I say: 'But aren't those bulls over there going to run after me?' .Morrissey me assures me they are cows. Take his word for it, only to discover - yikes! - they actually ARE bulls! I don't like to ponder the gender crisis implicit in this dream.

2) I am shaking hands with the drummer from Belle and Sebastian. He compliments me, telling me "yours are the softest hands I have ever touched". I dont like to ponder this dream, full stop.

Grandmaster Flash and his Furious Five- Have been at my house since 1989- They're eating chips and buggin' me sister- Melle Mel's ratarsed and he's tryin ta kiss 'er- They've invited round them Cameo blokes- And that old white guy off Different Strokes- Is calmin me Dad, who's gone off his head- Coz Ritchie Edwards' been squattin' in our shed- Hong Kong Phooey and Gwen Stefano- Are knockin back me Mams Cinzano- Eddie Van Halen's gettin on me nerves- Playin Jenga with Whigfield and The Verve

and I say aloud :

"I don't care if you can rock tha mic - it's time you all got on your bike, take your wheels of steel, its closin time, I wanna have me tea and watch Deep Space Nine"

I awake with sweaty bollocks

I was in my parents' back garden, setting the table for an al fresco lunch to celebrate the eclipse of the sun (I had the dream about a week before the eclipse). We were frantically running about carrying plates, cutlery, cruet etc. and we just about managed to be seated in time for the eclipse. The sky went dark and the stars came out. Suddenly, I saw something in the sky getting bigger and bigger, as if it was approaching earth from outer space. It was a giant head, with the face of Dave Rowntree, drummer from Blur... and then I woke up.

Pop stars figure into a lot of my dreams, although they are normally in a minor cameo role.

For instance, I will have dreams where I get trapped in a shopping mall and can't get out, and as I'm wandering round I might see Kim Gordon in the Gap, or someone similar. I never really get proper pop stars in my dreams, unfortunately.

I have loads of dreams about famous people, no clue why, they're just always there. Examples:

1) My high school best friend and I are in a garden, having tea with, erm, a cat. Then Paul McCartney comes round and starts chatting with us - Paul circa '64, not current old Paul. He gets real fucked off for no reason whatsoever and throws my friend into a fountain, but she can't swim. She drowns and I throw my tea on Paul and he shouts at me. I realize after I wake up that if I didn't waste my time on throwing tea, I could've saved her, and felt guilty for days.

2) I'm chatting with my mom, but suddenly my mom because Dionne Warwick, but pregnant. She still sounds like my mom though. That was particularly disturbing.

3) Damon Albarn and Fred Solinger beat the crap out of each other because of something I said. This is how the dream starts, btw, no build up, I just have this knowledge that it was something I said that started this war, and that Damon is in love with me for some reason. No water involved. They did sit down for vodkas afterwards, rendering the dream completely unbelievable, since Fred doesn't drink.

4) This was fairly recently, like a month ago. Me and the receptionist at work are going to the Bronx, sitting on the bus, talking to some crazy Brit across the way but the bus is dark and we can't see what he's like at all, only that he's making us laugh and that he got on the same stop we did. Anyhow, we get off the bus and he says, "Oh, this is my stop too", and it was Nicky Wire. He handed me the cross Richey wore on the cover of Generation Terrorists, and then gave Vanessa his guitar. Then he hopped a taxi and yelled "SUCKERS" at us, which made no sense. I mean, who is the sucker? He just gave us gifts and now has to get out of the Bronx somehow.

5) I was on a date with Damon Albarn (again, this chap) and for some reason he couldn't stop talking about how he was totally in love with my then-boyfriend. Apparently, I have serious deep seeded fears of the men in my life running off with Damon Albarn.

6) Another bus dream: I was on a Greyhound with a boy I used to fancy who worked in a record shop and we were chatting, and for some reason the bus was driven by Courtney Love. She kept almost crashing it, so we got off.

I also have that same thing Nicole talked about, that you're just going about your normal life and having a dream about your friends then you see someone famous walk by as part of the dream. It's usually Damon Albarn for me. THE MAN HAUNTS MY NIGHTMARES.

I used to go to a lot of gigs in my dreams. Very cool because the atmosphere is always well, dreamlike and it's free ;) I've fond memories of an open-air Ministry gig, massive crowd, me just sitting on stage to the right, having a beer, catching a ray, feeling very good. Nothing shocking I know but very pleasurable.

Damon Albarn is the Freddie Krueger of ILM.

Damon has been a peripheral part of many of my dreams, maybe because he annoys me so. One I remember is I was having a conversation with my friend Robin in my parents kitchen and he was crawling around on the floor in the outfit he was wearing when Modern Life is Rubbish came out, crying because his fingers were broken. I have no idea why, they just were. I just remember being really annoyed by his cries and trying to have a conversation over them.

Probably because, in one of my dreams, I stomped on his fingers because he was trying to grab my piece of cake. I'm not making this up, so it's really odd. I was sitting at a table with Paul who I used to see a bit on the side, and we were having birthday cake for Speed Racer's birthday (?!) and then Damon tried to steal it so I stomped his hand and started screaming. I had a lot of dreams about food back then too, so this totally the stereotype of my dreams: ex boyfriends, food and Damon Bloody Albarn. All I needed was for my teeth to fall out.

I think this is why I so utterly loathe him. He just is inexplicably so entrenched in my subconcious that he is in all my dreams.

I've never had a "liquid dream" about a pop star, incidentally.

I dreamt that Michael Stipe was a foreign exchange student, and I was told to show him round the school. I think I just said hello to him and that was it. It wasn't really a central part of the dream, which was really about an old woman stealing jewellery and wrapping it up in paper. I think she chased me and then I woke up.

In mine I went sledding with the Pastels. I couldn't believe my luck.

For some reason Joe Strummer pops up quite often and says stuff like "lectronic twittering" and "stop dressing like Billy Bunter and Napoleon".

I have this recurring dream that I'm in *HAWKWIND*. The thing is, I'm on stage with them, and I CaN'T PLaY aNY oF THeiR SoNGS. It's terrible. I always wake up in a panic. If joe strummer turned up in any of my dreams, I'd kick him in thee nuts ;)

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I just read the responses to this question. Is it just me, or is damon albarn clearly EVOL? I've never dreamed about him. Now I'm really scared though.

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I had a rather bizarre dream starring Nick Cave. All I can now remember was him with a great deal of make-up on, dancing in high heels and wearing purple knickers, suspenders and bra.

I can promise you all it was in no way "liquid".

Oh, he'll come into your dreams. Don't worry. He's making the rounds. It's just ILM has exploded in leaps and bounds lately, and Damon Kruger can't keep up.

Now I'm imagining him with those razorblade nails. Thanks, Nicole. That'll be in my next nightmare.

Actually, Damon is a master of disguise, he could already have visited you.

Albarn Schmalbarn: why are we all on BUSES so much?

This is an opportune moment to point out once again that Damon is almost the same as DAMIEN.

And clearly we are on buses because buses are the vehicle for evil. I mean, obviously.

And in the video for For Tomorrow, Damon is shown RIDING A BUS.

Coincidence? I think not. Clearly that's meant as a display of his demonic powers: the ability to ride his magic bus into people's dreams and then torment them.

Ok, I have a confession. I have had dreams about people I only know online, just hanging out with them or what have you. But for some reason, they always show up with famous people's faces. I know it's the friend and not the famous person, but it's always a famous face.

AND TOM EWING SHOWED UP AS DAMON ALBARN.

Well, if all the above is true, I totally win, because — in contrast to Tom, for example — I hit Damon Albarn (disguised, obviously, as Bowie) in the face with my bag, despite being on a bus, the vehicle of evil: AND I MADE HIM CRY, about ten years before anyone else had HEARD of him. AICON?

Now that's not even true at all. UNLESS your dream was recent, but in the dream you went back in time to when he was a nobody, that would be awesome.

DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS.

I know I have dreams with various pop stars in them, but buggered if I can remember any of them. I tend to just have a ton of weird dreams anyhow, and pop stars seem so ordinary in comparison. I'm sure I've met Robert Smith in dreams somewhere. None of that can compare to the dream I had as a youngun, though, where I dreamt I was clutching onto a lifesaver while floating in a swimming pool filled with Orange Crush. Just for the sake of the thread though, let's just say that the Monkees were sitting there by the side of the pool singing "Last Train to Clarksville". Yeah.

I dreamt once of Momus's "Space Jews" being covered by one particular sub-folk duo who shall remain nameless, but they used to do a lot of kids' programmes, records etc. when I was much younger. That's my only totally surreal pop dream.

Stevie doesn't like to ponder his dreams. Oh, but I do.

Speaking of buses...I dreamt that Mick Foley (of WWF) was driving a 207 bus and I was too star struck to ask for his autograph. I'm gonna dream about popstars tonight. Good night.

I have dreamt about "pop stars" two times in my life;

1, Bono - who in the dream is one meter tall - comes into my room and tell me I have to do something about all the ants in the house and then he leaves. He was wearing red sun-glasses

2, Bobby Gillespie rings on my door because he wants to listen to the radio. Apparantly a NASA space shuttle had exploded and he laughed about it because he hated NASA for some reason.

Ooh ooh, you reminded me: I dreamt Helen Terry (very round white-soul vocalist with Culture Club) was making a major comeback, starting at the bus-stop at the Mare Street end of Graham Road in Hackney, and her gimmick was she was one inch tall.

i once dreamt that i was hanging out with r.e.m., who were on a hunting excursion. they were standing around in a circle, carrying guns and making racist jokes. michael stipe had a swastika on his white t-shirt.

i also once dreamt a video of elvis costello doing an alternate version of "allison." it was much louder and rockier. the first lines were "allison/who knows how long i've loved you for/i'd hold you in my arms but i'm not a whore."

i've knowingly heard two blur songs in my life, "song 2" and "charmless man." they were resolutely mediocre. there must be something pretty special about the rest of their stuff for them to inspire so much dreaming and discussion.

If that was how Allison really went, I wouldn't be so pissed off over being named for it.

I dreamt that the pub in Glasgow where Stuart Murdoch played some of his first solo performances was closing. The morning after it closed I was driving past it (still in my dream) and saw Stuart standing outside, looking up at the sign on the front, with a melancholy expression on his face. I don't know what this means. Not very much, I should imagine.

No-one seems to have picked up that in Nightmare on Elm St Pt 2 (i think) Freddy Albarn was driving the school bus....

Speaking of pop stars haunting your dreams (Did Chris T-T inspire this thread?) I recall way back in about 1994, my roommate and I used to discuss our dreams at breakfast.

Every night for nearly a week, I dreamed about the same pop star. (can't remember which one it was, someone I was obsessed with at the time... might have been Mark Gardener out of Ride or something?) Until, finally, the last night, he left me alone and I slept in peace.

The next morning, at breakfast, my housemate turned up rubbing her eyes and looking rather worried, and announced "Jesus, I've just had the oddest dream. Your pop star turned up in *MY* dream, announcing 'I think I'll bother you instead of Kate tonight' ARGH!!!"

Damn, I wish I could remember who it was.

Funny that you should mention Mark Gardener, Kate. I nearly mentioned him on Stevie's thread above.

My mom just told me she dreamt about me the other night. This relates to pop stars because I was married to Tom Jones and he kept calling me "AHHH-leeese".

The other night I dreamed of reading Bob Dylan's obituary in The Times (UK). Whether he had *actually* died in this dream or whether he had suffered the Dave Swarbrick treatment was not specified.

Well, it wouldn't be SPECIFIED, would it? "OBIT: Bob Dylan, who didn't die at the weekend, is being given the Dave Swarbrick treatment": I think we can safely say it'll be a long time before The Times (UK) will be a smart enough publication to pull such stunts.

Not least because Dylan is simply too famous for anyone to get away with that; we all know how much publicity his death would receive, and anyone could tell that he hadn't died if the Times declared his death, because it would just be too baffling that nobody else had mentioned it by the time we got to see the paper. By comparison, Dave Swarbrick is simply Not Famous At All.

I personally remain convinced that the Telegraph's declaration of Swarbrick's demise was self-conscious and deliberate; the paper *hates* urban liberals who take on the ruralist cultural territory they regard as the exclusive province of inbred shire Tories, and therefore they'd have *despised* Fairport Convention 30 years back, and Swarbrick was among their number ... for three decades they held the grudge, then they had a go. Didn't work, of course, but oh the wonderful humiliation of their having to publish something as vulgar as an apology.