I Dream of Lady Gaga: A Collection of Mommy Monster Dreams

Last night I had a very random but intriguingly, beautiful dream. The first scene of the dream began in a grocery store, or possibly a smaller convenience store. I was browsing the aisles, looking for Lord-knows-what, when Lady GaGa quietly waltzed into the front doors...in all of her sparkly, couture-clad glory. I immediately think to myself, "Is this truly the Miss Lady GaGa? Should I talk to Lady Gaga or just leave her alone to do her shopping?" Before I could make a decision in this dream, a fragile, white hand tapped my shoulder...ever so lightly. As I turned my head in the direction of the tap, my heart began to thump quite loudly, and if I was wearing boots in this dream, I am sure I was shaking right out of them. Lady Gaga was standing to my right, her beautiful eyes seemed to stare right through me...she was almost enveloped in an ethereal, angelic light. I cannot quite remember what Lady Gaga said, but I know that we bonded immediately and became the best of friends within a period of a few minutes. Oddly enough, or perhaps not oddly at all, Lady Gaga had no body guards with her...but then again, in dream-time maybe the famous do not need body guards for protection.

I made the decision in this dream to take Miss Lady GaGa to my favorite dream-bar. To get to this bar, we had to climb a rope ladder for about one story and jump onto a wooden platform. It is a quaint little bar, similar to the setting of Merlotte's Bar in the hit HBO show - True Blood but also has an atomic 1950s feel...if you can imagine that at all. Lady GaGa and I take our seats at the bar...the front & middle red seats that are always awaiting my arrival. The bartender makes my favorite drink and asks Lady GaGa what she would like...Lady GaGa asks for water, to my utter surprise! The two of us gab about life in general, and about the difficulties the two of us have faced in the recent past...which in a weird way seemed to relate on some deeper level. Lady GaGa expresses how amazed she is that no one in my dream-bar is bombarding her for a photograph or for an autograph. In the middle of our profound dream-conversation, a flamboyant gay man with bleach blonde hair and a sparkly mid-riff shirt sits on the right side of Lady GaGa and strikes up a converation with her that lasts for awhile (although in dream-time awhile could have been only a few seconds in real-time). After I have inevitably inhaled my martini, I take off outside to meet my husband...who had been apparently waiting for me for awhile. I realize that I had left Lady GaGa by herself and I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt...as if I needed to watch out for her...almost be her dream-body guard. I run back inside to find Gaga missing from the bar stool where I had left her.

My heart starts to thump and my brain starts to panic and race. The first move I make is spin around to look in all directions of the dream-bar...but no Lady GaGa. I run frantically and swiftly to the ladies' powder room (in real life this would be considered the restroom)...Lady GaGa is is one of the bathrooms within the powder room...crying. Her soul-penetrating wailing could not have been mistaken and so I knew immediately that this was my newest and closest friend. I knocked ever-so-lightly on the bathroom door so as to not frighten or startle Miss Gaga in any manner...and she replied with a faint "yes?". Lady Gaga ended up confiding more in me about the pressures of leading a famous life and upholding an image that society expects her to literally live in to a constant degree. She cannot go shopping, grab a cup of coffee, or read a book on a quiet hilltop without someone invading her private life. Lady Gaga explains to me how upholding this glorified image can be fun and amusing; however, it can also do a number on her mental state and self-worth in reality.

After having this somewhat short but knowledge-instilling dream, I awoke feeling revived and even more curious about Miss Lady GaGa's life in reality. Does she feel the way she expressed to me in my dream? The point to this dream is that people are people...no matter how famous or iconic a person might be...they still have a basic need for acceptance and privacy and friendship...just like any other human being. The paparazzi are only doing their job, but maybe as a society we are to blame for the glorifying of normal people...ultimately deifying just another familiar soul such as Miss Lady GaGa.

This dream by no means should take away the wonder and talent that Lady GaGa has given to this world but should point out the fact that every human being should be respected and seen as equals.

So it's been a couple of months since I initially wrote this hub about my dream of Lady Gaga and the floating bar. Well, last night I had another dream of Lady Gaga.

I was in the McKay's Grocery Store in my hometown in Maryland, shopping at the last minute, and nineteen minutes before the store was supposed to close, when out of nowhere, Lady Gaga herself walked in the front door. I was reading a magazine that had her on the pages when Gaga walked right over and started conversing with me.

In this dream, I mentioned an idea to her...something about her doing a specific performance for children. Lady Gaga thought it was a wonderful idea and left the store. I feel like we actually talked for at least fifteen minutes because then the store had to close. I walked outside feeling starstruck and her limo was down and off to the right in the parking lot. I got the urge to run towards it, just to talk to her a little more. The limo sped forward about twenty feet...it was like it was reacting to what I was doing. Lady Gaga popped her head out of the roof of the limo and said, "I'm sorry...she doesn't like your idea...but thank you and we'll meet again soon." With that, the gorgeous Miss Lady Gaga took off in the limo...and I was left wondering who "she" was and why she didn't like my idea.

I went back through my dream journal and discovered that before the initial two dreams written in this hub, I had dreamed of Lady Gaga once before. It seems that Lady Gaga likes to pop up randomly within my dreams, which has happened at least three different times now. Each time is just as glamorous and interesting as the last. The dream went like this:

I'm sitting in a row of chairs next to some of my dream friends and there is a lady with very bleached blonde hair, long legs and a lovely sparkly outfit sitting in front of me and a little to the right. I tell my friend, "Oh my god! That's Lady Gaga!"

Sure enough, it was her. Lady Gaga turns around in her metal chair and begins a conversation with me. My friend at my right bumps into the conversation and I shush her...because I don't want to miss a word Miss Lady Gaga says...a dream worth remembering!

I wanted to write a quick update on this hub, as I just recently had the privilege of attending Lady Gaga's Monster Ball Tour in Tampa, FL this past weekend. The ironic thing is that when I read back over this dream hub, it brought back the memories of the "shot-down ideas" dream. Immediately I made a connection to this dream, as Lady Gaga actually donates thousands of dollars to the Homeless Youth charity of her choice per each concert that she performs. Seems like there was a correlation there...and at the time I had no idea that Lady Gaga was so involved in the life of America's youth!

If you have had dreams of our lovely Mommy Monster, please comment below and tell me all about it!