Dream about Celebrity draws attention to togetherness. You are unbothered by negativity. You need to learn to appreciate diversity and the uniqueness in yourself and in others around you. The dream means sadness and trouble. There is something that you want to get off your chest.
Celebrity is an evidence for issues related to the past. Your feelings matter. You are refusing to face your problems. The dream is a loss to your individuality. You are trying to emulate somebody.
Dream about Celebrity [a widely known person] is an omen for money being given or lost. You have the desire to strive for a better Self. Perhaps you have been tricked or duped. Your dream is an omen for social conformity and mass action. You need to focus on yourself for a change.
Dream about Fame [the state or quality of being widely honored and acclaimed] symbolises your hunger for life. You need to be open to taking and accepting advice. You have overcome your obstacles and setbacks. Your dream is about the raw emotion and intense passion or anger that is flowing through you and yearning to be expressed. You need to tend to the needs of others instead of pursuing your own self-pleasures.
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I saw a top celebrity speaking with someone he normally wouldn’t talk to—someone of a much lower social status. The celebrity was complaining about his mechanic, who had charged him a high fee but still hadn’t fixed his car properly.
Surprisingly, the person he was talking to didn’t interrupt or judge. He simply listened with understanding and patience while the celebrity vented his frustration. This act of quiet empathy brought the celebrity some emotional relief.
After listening fully, the man gently gave him advice.
I saw a celebrity who shares my name and is also known as an activist against bad governance. In the dream, he entered a river and began swimming to retrieve something. While he was in the water, several crocodiles surrounded him. Surprisingly, they didn’t harm him—instead, they began fighting among themselves.
When he came out of the river unharmed, I asked him how he managed to do that. He replied that he would tell me soon.
Later, I saw that the president was upset with him, likely because of his outspoken criticism of the government’s bad policies. However, the president couldn’t hurt him for some unknown reason. Despite being critical, the activist still showed respect to the president in his presence, acknowledging his leadership.
I noticed that he was involved in some activities I didn’t fully understand. Rather than question him, I chose to remain observant and patient, knowing that if I were too inquisitive or judgmental, he might distance himself
I saw myself sitting with a celebrity, and we were sharing our experiences about heartbreak. He told me that he had used the pain from his broken heart as fuel to drive his success. As I began sharing my own thoughts and ideas, I suddenly realized one of my primula (front) teeth had come out. Strangely, two molar teeth were hooked onto it.
Immediately, bad blood started flowing out from the area. It was messy and a bit disturbing. However, after a while, I noticed something remarkable—new teeth began to grow in their place.
I saw a top music artist from my continent who wore the same clothes as me for an event. Driven by jealousy and a sense of supremacy, he threw my shirt into water. I felt disappointed and angry, but I controlled myself and went inside to get another outfit. As I was doing that, he began throwing tantrums.
This time, I was fed up. I confronted him and beat him mercilessly. Then, a lady emerged from a wardrobe—someone he had apparently offended before. She looked satisfied, approving of the way I dealt with him. Another guy came in, supported my actions, and agreed he deserved what he got.
Afterward, I gathered some important documents in the room and asked the supportive guy to come along, bringing my clothes as we left the scene
I dreamt that I was sitting among top celebrities. As I tried to take my seat, I noticed that the chair was unstable—one of its legs was bad and it drifted. I adjusted it and sat properly.
I began engaging in conversation with the celebrities comfortably.
On the other side, I saw a close friend of mine. However, there was a divide between us that he couldn’t cross.
He told me he came back when he heard I was around, but despite his efforts, he was unable to come over to my side
“I dreamt that I saw a superstar, a rave of the moment, who came to my house to greet me.
I was surprised, and he began jokingly taunting me by throwing light stones at me, daring me to throw back and hit him.
However, I couldn’t hit him—my strength failed me, and instead of retaliating, I dodged his stones by falling to the floor.
He then came closer, and I raised my hand toward him, expecting him to help me up.
He reached out, bending down, but he couldn’t get close enough to grab my hand. At the same time, I didn’t have enough strength to lift my hand further.
I then realized that I would have to stand up on my own, without his help. At that moment, I woke up
I dreamt that I went to pick up my box from my former hostel at my past university, accompanied by a top celebrity friend.
Suddenly, he switched up on me for no reason. I didn’t understand why, but I chose not to say anything.
I loaded my box and shawarma into his dad’s luxurious car, but he left without informing me.
Later, I saw him with other friends, and they were asking why I hadn’t followed them or picked up my bag earlier. I told them I would explain everything when I saw the main celebrity friend.
Fortunately, he was in front of the car, eating roasted corn, so I took the opportunity to express my displeasure about what he did.
However, I didn’t take it too personally, as I was open to reconciliation and moving on.
I then picked up my bag and shawarma, ate part of the shawarma, and kept the rest.
I dreamt that a celebrity was spraying multiple $100 bills on me and telling me to make inquiries about him. After he finished spraying the money, he left, and I was left with all the cash
I dreamt I was with one of the biggest superstars on my continent. We were having a conversation, and he was taking drugs. He tried to influence me, but I refused. At first, we rode together in a car, but later, we started riding in separate cars.
I advised him to take it easy with his substance use because if the paparazzi found out, the media wouldn’t be kind to him. He didn’t take my advice well, and the next time he left, he took a car and others with him, but not me.
I then saw my stepbrother, and we began walking home. The road we took was flooded and messy. As we passed, I noticed the house where I lived as a kid was in ruins, with its roof torn down.
As I continued walking, I carefully navigated the clearer parts of the path and eventually caught up with my stepbrother. At that point, the road home was no longer messy but under construction, covered with coal tar and cement.
I saw I was in a celebrity house and I was left with a girl who both were singing an old school love song playing on TV “love me jeje, love me tender”