I had a dream last night that I was back in school and we took a class trip to visit Saddam Hussein. We met him in a giant boardroom with a balcony. He fielded questions while we ate some sort of soup (which I refused to eat for fear that it was poisoned). I eventually got into an argument with him about the nature of the insurgency in Iraq, and he became very irate. I wish there were a better conclusion, but being that this was a dream, as far as I can remember the scene shifted soon after. I’m not sure what to make if it. I suppose under the Freudian method of dream analysis, the dream means that on some unconscious level I want to meet Saddam. Under the Jungian theory, it means that, on some level, I am Saddam. Imagine that!
I had a dream my friend and I ran into 50 Cent in West Palm Beach and he invited us to a party. I could totally see that on some level I’m 50 Cent.
I also had a dream involving a run in with a hip hop star. Only in mine, I got into an altercation with P. Diddy over a flu shot. (Yes, I know his name is now “Diddy,” but my dream was before the latest name change).
A few months ago my roommate dreamed that he was being chased by a flying Justice Souter.