Tame 'n lame fangirl fantasies

[mollyringle]

On the fangirl side of things, I had an amusing little exchange recently with another LJ lass on an old entry in the mollyringwraith journal. I'll paste the relevant comments for you here:

air_and_angels: When I moved to England for a year I fantasised that I would somehow meet [Orlando Bloom] there, since I'd never somehow met him when he was in New Zealand. Not that Orlando Bloom was tremendously likely to ride a morning bus in Cambridge and sit down next to me and ask me what's on my Discman, but, you know. A girl dreams.

mollyringwraith: Dude...I've daydreamed about conversations like that so many times. Only with me, I used to imagine finding myself sitting beside Elijah Wood at an airport, and exchanging iPods to compliment each other on our tunes. :D Yeah, it hasn't happened yet...

air_and_angels: My daydream was before iPods. Now I daydream that I meet Billy Boyd at someone's beach house party in Piha, and I make him laugh or he makes me laugh or both, and we go up the road to get fish and chips for everyone and have a good chat and decide we really like each other.

mollyringwraith: LOL - Yep, I've daydreamed stuff along those lines too. (Celebrity and location may vary.) I'm glad I'm not the only one with G-rated fangirl fantasies.


...Because in truth, I would not cheat on my husband with anyone, not even Jude, Orlando, Elijah, or Ewan. But it would still be cool to meet them in a normal setting and get to have an actual conversation. 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?

Comments

[trilliah.livejournal.com]

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. ;)

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Aww, that's a nice one. You could help me out too, since I never had formal piano lessons and probably picked up bad habits in teaching myself. (Though I don't have a piano of my own yet...)

I agree on the explicit fantasies feeling somewhat wrong. Guess neither of us will become big names in the world of Real Person fanfic; heh. Mind you, my actual sleep-dreams sometimes have no problem being explicit, but hey, dreams are weird. :)

[kimuracarter.livejournal.com]

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.)

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

That's cool! I never run into celebs, and I'm almost 30 now. Of course, I also don't fly to L.A. or New York much, which is where most of them are.

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!

Hehehe. Now I like that idea...

[elycia.livejournal.com]

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..."

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

*snicker*
OK, well, yeah...we probably shouldn't actually tell the famous people about our strange dreams/daydreams. Especially when llamas are involved. Never want to induce the "back away slowly and slap restraining order on fan" reaction. :)

[atherisch.livejournal.com]

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.

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Hehe... To judge from the comments so far (here and in the cross-post), it's more common than I thought, and therefore, I hope, not sick or immature. I'm going with the theory that imagination is healthy. Yes.

[kgmgoddess.livejournal.com]

"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.