I think I have been so buried in work related things that my night time dreaming has been limited to the same.
No fun, bizarre celebrity appearances in months. (That I remember). But I woke up with a good one fresh on the brain this morning. I was in the back of a box truck, hanging on to the bumper, as it drove down the road. Near me in the back was Bill Clinton, sitting in a chair having an argument with Jesse Jackson. I was not taking a part, as I was concerned about falling out the back of the truck.
We made a stop, to pick up Billy Ray Cirrus, who was catching a plane to China. He seemed depressed.
Probably about being cast into a bit part in my dream.