Showing Elijah a thing or two on the piano, since I read somewhere he bought one for himself. My fantasies about actually meeting folk like Elwood are never explicit, either; I don't know if I just feel uncomfortable with that or if I lack imagination, but to me, fantasizing about actual people in compromising positions seems...degrading to them? Maybe just disrespectful. I can't get my little brain to forget, even for the length of a fantasy, that these are REAL people out there, just like me and everyone else--trying to get on with their lives as best as they can. *shrug* But yes--did a couple stints of piano teaching a while back, and would love to help him out. ;)

This is really interesting. When I dream about celebrities (or characters), I tend to imagine meeting them in a *spectacular* circumstance. I guess I figure since I'm dreaming, it may as well be as unrealistic as possible. ^_^ Like I'll imagine I became a new starlet overnight and meet them that way. Or I somehow got into a swanky Hollywood party, and he's grateful to talk to the only "non-Hollywood" person there. Or I go to get an autograph at a convention and somehow magically capture his attention. Or I've won some fabulous contest, and the Backstreet Boys appear on my doorstep. *_* Tee hee. I guess they're silly, but that's what makes them daydreams, right?

Now for what realy happened to me! I actually met Jonathan Frakes (Will Riker from Star Trek: TNG) on a plane. *_* I saw him zoom past me at the airport; at first, I thought I had dreamt it. I must have turned absolutely white, because my parents asked what was wrong. Then I realized he'd gotten on MY plane! We were flying from Boston to LA. My parents didn't believe me, but since he was sitting in first class, we had to walk right by him to get to our seats, so I was proved right! So, I later went up and asked for his autograph. He was very nice. I was only ... let's see ... 17 at the time. So, I was too nervous to do anything as daring as start a conversation. Still when I think of it to this day ... SQUEEEEEE!

So, for you ladies with more mundane daydreams ... it can happen! ^_~

(Whereas they're not likely to invent a LOTR reality show called Fellowship House in which as each contestant is voted off, another LOTR castmember replaces them until there's only one contestant left who gets them all!

... ahem.)

Hmmm. I don't indulge too often in G-rated fantasies during waking hours, but my sleeping celebrity dreams tend to be just as entertaining because they are both G-rated and WEIRD. For example, I once dreamed that Nigel Bennett and I were strolling down a busy road to a local Baptist church in order to audition for an opera. To the best of my knowledge, Mr. Bennett is not an opera enthusiast, let alone a participant; goodness knows I'm not. :D

Then, once we got to the church, they were holding not only opera auditions, but also some sort of bizarre RenFest, complete with people in costume and barnyard animals wandering around... nothing like a bleating goat to inspire you to your peak rendition of "The Magic Flute" aria, is there?

Given this example of what weirdness lives in my head, I'm not sure if I could even *manage* a normal interaction, were I to meet a celebrity. I can see it now: "What a pleasure to meet you! I dreamed about you just last night, and you were singing "Toreador" while fighting off a hungry llama..."

well, to illustrate my sick immaturity, i spent time on one of these last night. i was chilling (yea, chilling) on the beach late at night (i live in a landlocked state, but that's not the point, now is it) and who should happen to decide to take a stroll on the same beach at the same exact moment - why, it's norman reedus.

being newly single and watching the boondock saints - bad idea. i look forward to many more of these fantasies in the coming days.

"What are your mundane celebrity daydreams? Grocery shopping with Hugh Jackman? Standing in the long pre-Christmas post office lines with Heath Ledger? Helping Johnny Depp finish a crossword puzzle at the local cafe?"

Yes, yes, and yes to all of the above. Including the iPods and Discman-related conversations. I always like to think it would be cool if Hayden Christensen's car broke down outside my house and he needed to use my phone.