Believe it or not, this is one of the more mundane ones.
I had a dream that I was friends (sort of like acquaintance friends) with Scott Bakula, and that we were hanging out with other hollywood locals together. For some reason, he was gay in this mythos. He told me a story about the time he met Milton Berle (although I think in the dream he said Johnny Carson, but I my mind somehow "corrected" it later in the dream because I thought it didn't make sense), who wasn't terribly comfortable with him being gay; he said to Scott something like, "A good-looking white man should be chasing women, not men. At least the blacks only pitch to their cousins." (Frankly, I'm not terribly sure what that meant, and not that I know anything about Milton Berle, but I don't think he was such a blatant racist/bigot.) Anyway, after telling the story Scott said, "It was so offensive, I literally went and threw up." After we left the party, Scott had to go because he had been invited to Paul Reiser's house. Even though we parted ways, the dream still followed Scott instead of me, showing all the things that happened at Paul's house. For one thing, Paul Reiser was acting like a sleazy lounge singer and trying to help Scott's career in the most bullshit ways, such as giving him free passes to get into exclusive clubs and promising to drop his name at parties. For another, he didn't even seem to know who Scott was and by the end of the visit it became clear that he thought Scott was Tony Danza. Now this requires some explanation. I've always thought that Scott Baio and Tony Danza looked vaguely similar, especially as a child (I had trouble telling them apart). So while my brain made Paul say "Tony Danza," I'm pretty sure that the person that he was mistaking Scott Bakula for was Scott Baio. It makes more sense for those two to be mistaken (though physically its still a stretch). In fact, I think that in the dream, my brain made another "substitution" and later after the Paul Reiser incident, Scott told everyone that Paul confused him for Scott Baio. Anyway, after Paul sent Scott on his merry way with his address and some useless information, I was waiting outside for him to walk him to whatever engagement we'd be attending next. As we were walking we had a long talk, and somehow in the context of the conversation it was appropriate for me to say, "Man, it's too bad you're gay. You're really hot," which I immediately regretted and apologized for, but I think he laughed it off. I can't recall. Then right before we reached our destination, Scott suddenly started to stagger and then collapsed. Apparently he hadn't eaten all day. I freaked out and started thinking "I should play some classical music. That will help him relax" Not sure how I thought that would work, but anyway I asked "do you have any sheet music on you?!" Scott actually dug in his pockets as though he thought there might be some there, but then came up empty. Then I wanted to get him some water, but I didn't want to leave him alone, so I started fanning him and rubbing his face instead. Then he turned away and said "Your hands smell like lemons" (apparently I'd been cutting them earlier), and so I stopped. Then for some reason, I misinterpreted the next minute of silence as a "moment" between us and bent my face down to my lap (where his head was) and kissed him. He pushed me away and shot up really fast, and then I said "Sorry! Believe it or not, I forgot again" (referring to his sexual orientation.) Those fifteen or so minutes of lying on the ground must have rejuvenated him, because then we were off to our destination again. Once we got there, for some reason he needed to hide from someone for a little bit because he didn't want to talk to them. (I think it was some other actor who annoyed him.) So he ducked behind a screen of some sort and whenever anyone at the party got suspicious, I would do a distracting booty dance and they'd laugh except one guy who like like "Ah yeah, get down girl! Let loose!" (Why are my dreams so racist?!) Then, for whatever reason, Turk and Elliot, who I guess were my friends, (from Scrubs; the ACTUAL FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, not their actors) came along and realized what I was trying to do, so they helped out by dancing next to me. People seemed to find it especially funny that Elliot was busting a move so fervently. Then the dream ended, and thank god, because who knows what would have happened next.