What are famousnes dreams about?

I had a dream I was with my friend and Dababy (the famous rapper) in a car. I dissed one of Dababy’s songs and my friend got so mad he got an AR-15 and sat in a barbershop the size of a closet with it. I’m scared to think would would have happened had Dababy not been there to calm his senses but I’m glad I got to experience this.

Myself and two friends boarded an airplane, and as we all find our seats, I am seated with a man I have never met before. I have never seen him before, not in real life or any other dream I’ve had before. As the plane is in the air and we begin to talk, he mentions how he is famous for being the sole survivor of multiple airplane crashes. I remember thinking that was too insane to be true, but he tells me, “watch, I can prove it to you”. The jet engines catch flames and the plane begins to descend. We crash. I wake up still in the cabin, which has now lost its roof, but everything else remains intact. As I proceed farther into the cabin, I find the man and my two friends sitting on the floor of first class. My two friends are being treated by doctors and have lost severe amounts of brain function. I, however, along with the mysterious man, are completely unharmed. The man looks at me, says, “I guess I’m not the sole survivor this time”, and walks out of the cabin and out into the fields we have crashed on, where we are now surrounded by news outlets and law enforcement.

Okay, so in this dream, you need to have some background. In this dream, there was this world famous restaurant. It was known to only serve the rich the powerful, and celebrities.If you were commoner, you would be thrown out. But here's the catch: it was a superhero themed restaurant. There were 2 teams working: the hero staff, and the villain staff. Everyone vastly perfered the hero staff. There were 2 menus depending on what time you went, and everyone said the hero menu was way better. But here's the thing. Inside the restaurant, everyone knew that the hero staff were assholes. They would destroy the ingredients before leaving it to the villain staff, they would hide things and just act superior to the villain staff. The boss knew about this, but didn't care. This is where the dream starts. So, in this dream, I worked on the villain staff. And at that point, they were tired of being treated like that and proposed to become actual super villains and terrorize the hero staff. Everyone was on board with it, except me. So the entire dream is just them trying to convince me to join them. The dream ends when our first and only customer of the day, Shaq came in.

Here is a vivid dream of mine

I was in my grandparent's house (?) but it didn't look too much like the one irl. I became a new security guard. (Irl I definitely am not fit for that job. I have a petite stature.) I can't remember exactly but I may have had a slick security guard outfit (but a cool black pencil skirt) I was to protect gold bars downstairs. It was a concrete room. I saw the gold bars stamped and I think the person was famous. I mean hey not surprising.

The stamps were all over the bars and they were cute but I was thinking why is that necessary? To know that the gold bars came from (the famous person)? I was with other people in the room. However for some reason we knew that people were after the bars so I was told to be by the doors and close the door when they come. I saw them and closed the heavy doors immediately. I instructed them to go to the other side of the room. We were pretty safe in the room. One of the reasons I told them to go over to the other side is because we wouldn't be in the line of possible bullets.

However for some reason we decided to leave our safe room and instead flee. Or the people broke in the room? Can't remember but I think it was the former. We were sprinting but a few of us got tazed. Including me.

I even remember writing down what I wanted to title this post on paper with my (irl) bad handwriting. I was aware. (But it was something different than this title.) I can't remember but I know it was different. In the dream I was like ugh I can't even read this handwriting.

I had a dream where I walked into my bedroom after school and there I saw a famous guitarist and I was really confused.He started vomiting on my bed and I asked him to leave but he refused.Then he took of his clothes and started vomiting again.I asked him to leave several times but he kept on refusing so I took his guitar and bashed it on his head then asked him to leave.He said no so I just left my house.