“It’s like being in a dream. You don’t know anybody, but everybody knows you, everybody reacts to you. You can be walking along in a dream, through a pretty normal world, and then bam, everything seems to be a response to your presence. Everything seems to be driven by you. And that’s notable at first, and you deal with it. And then — and it happens every time — you become aware it’s a dream. Right about then, when you think you have it figured, and that acknowledging that will make it easier, it inevitably becomes a nightmare.”—Ryan Gosling, interviewed in Esquire magazine, on being constantly recognised in public.
Ryan Gosling was in my dream last night, and I don’t know why. My family (including my uncle and his wife and kid, who we don’t see ever) was at a resort/vacation spot. And then Ryan Gosling was there, and I kept asking him questions and fawning over him and just being really annoying. I couldn’t stop myself from being annoying, and I wanted him to stay around me. I asked him where his dog was. Then I woke up.
Ryan Gosling was in my dream last night but the whole thing was too brotherly/sisterly for my liking, which was very unfortunate because I could really use a good sex dream, and then I woke up and there was a huge pimple on my forehead. Two separate events that have nothing to do with each other but that somehow coloured my day. I feel quite different now than I did yesterday. And it hurts when I frown.
"I dreamt that I was approaching a Macy’s store in some big city. I think it was supposed to be Los Angeles, except the buildings were tall, like in San Francisco. Just as I get to the store, Ryan Gosling walks out. I stop, then see his mother Donna. (In my dream, she didn’t look as I know she does look. She was a bit plumper in my dream.) I ask if she’s Donna Gosling and she says yes. I introduce myself and we proceed to have a long conversation. We talk about Ryan, who walks by, followed by Sandra Bullock. (Yeah, that was weird!) Donna talks about how Ryan doesn’t go online and check out the fansites. She says that she’s afraid of what he might think. I agree with her, though I think I said I hoped he had seen mine. I want to ask her about Sandra, but I don’t. We talk about other stuff, then she gets into my limo (you didn’t know I had one, eh? LOL!) and tries to tell the driver that she wants to go to Pleasanton. I was like, what? Do you know how far that is? But she doesn’t care. I get out of the front seat (why am I sitting in the front seat of my limo?) and I slip on my dress (where the heck did that come from?) as I go back into the limo to join her.
The bar has closed, but we’ve been allowed to stay because we’re talking to two waitresses about recurring dreams. Dreams are important to Gosling, both in the Disney will-come-true sense and the while-you-sleep sense. To facilitate communication between conscious and unconscious mind, he sometimes sets an alarm to go off every hour during the night, so he can jot dreams down. This may or may not contribute to his being single at the moment.
“I have one where I’m trying to run away, but I can’t. I can’t get my legs to move,” says the pretty waitress dressed in 1940s clothes.
Gosling says: “This is my nap dream. I have it whenever I nap: There’s a wolf, covered in blood. He’s been eating a buffalo, and he’s gotten to the point where the buffalo’s stomach is eaten out, hanging on the ground. But it’s not dead yet. The wolf is taking a break, covered in blood. And the buffalo is just lying there, moaning, waiting for the wolf to come back and finish.”
Everybody is quiet after that. Until one of the girls asks, “Is it scary?”
“It’s awful,” says Gosling. “Because the thing is, I feel for both of them. I understand both sides.”
"It was the strangest thing but I had a dream about Ryan Gosling last night! Not romantic in any way but that he went with my family and I on a trip and that we shared a taxi ride together. It was so freakin’ weird!"
Last night I had a wet dream about Ryan Gosling. Not gonna go into specific detail about it because I think that would be taking TMI Tuesday a little too far, lol! What I will tell you is that the only things in the dream were me, him, a bath tub, soap, rose petals and a whole lot of bubble bath. Oh and throughout the whole dream, I heard “Motivation” (by Kelly Rowland) playing in the background; and yes, it did drastically intensify the erotic feeling that the dream had.
That dream was amazeballs. Seriously, when I woke up, I sat in my bed and just replayed it in my head for a few minutes & eventually found myself biting my lip. Bit it so hard that it fucken bled.
Ryan Gosling can give me the business in a dream (and in reality) anytime.
@actionlady i just had a dream that i was sitting in a hallway being held by ryan gosling. we talked about cheese curds while a girl dressed as a robot read the news. i’m pretty sure i woke up right as he was about to give me some sugar. oh, and we wore matching old navy flag shirts.
"Ryan Gosling was in my dream last night. We were on a school bus. He was wearing plaid and had a pretty good beard for a bizarro world teenage version of himself (as his current self). At least I think we were in high school, why the hell else would we be on a bus with those awful bench seats upholstered in faux leather? Actually it seemed like some sort of retro bus, possibly with interior wood paneling."
Last night I dreamed of Ryan Gosling. In the dream I told him, “You know, I’ve got a blog where I catalogue people’s dreams about you!” He was polite and intrigued.
I kept thinking, “I should really remember all the details of this dream so I can put it on the blog when I wake up.” In the dream, I actually wrote an incredibly detailed post about my encounter with Gosling and then realised, embarrassingly, that I had written so much that it went over several pages, and that clearly any reader would get bored before the end.
But now, predictably, I have forgotten pretty much all of it, except that there was a small, old-fashioned-looking booth that resembled the TARDIS.
"So, then we found a bunch of guns, grenades and other heavy artillery up in the attic of this house, so we started plotting how we were going to fight back against the zombies. While we were busy making a plan, Ryan Gosling and a group of his brutish friends decided they were going to take matters into their own hands (don’t ask me how/when he arrived on the scene). So they headed out to this giant junkyard heavy artillery in tow where there was a stand-off with the zombies. Ryan Gosling ended up getting shot, and then the zombies started running toward everyone in attack mode.
"Prologue: Nobody got naked, and there was no insertion of anything.
"I dreamed that we were best friends.
"Like, BFFs. We’d known each other for a long time. That kind of BFF that you can fart around and you both laugh, or someone says a sarcastic comment about being full of shit. He was really sarcastic and dry in a hilarious way.
"Ryan was helping me prepare a meal (which essentially meant I told him what to get from the closets and he washed the dishes after). After we ate he coached me through some acting audition I had. It was a really dramatic role, and he was super-helpful.
"We talked about music, the girls he was dating, and he was encouraging me to stay single. I asked him if he was going to be an asshole and release a record. He said no, but he thought it would be a good idea to keep persuing acting."
"I was being chosen to go on some high rise thing that was taking me and a handful of other people up high in the air. We were downtown somewhere. And it was terrifying being that high in the air.
"Finally we got to the top of the building and were hanging out in this dilapidated grey room. There were movie stars there. We introduced ourselves as we went around the table. One of them was Blake Lively, another one was Ryan Phillippe. Another one was some hybrid of Ryan Reynolds and Ryan Gosling.
"We started playing some game in and around a town. Shoes were being abandoned everywhere. In one entrance of the game it was like a house but inside there was a marsh."
"Mr. Gosling was in my dream last night. We were friends and he was dating a girl I had been hanging out with. I was all set to perform a song for a large crowd of people I knew from all the different stages of my life. I had practiced, practiced, practiced. I didn’t have a dress to wear at the last minute, so I fashioned a maxi dress out of a yellow shower curtain I have. Anyway, I went out on stage to perform the song but at the last minute "they" (I don’t know if I ever knew who "they" were) changed the accompanying music to piano and the pianist played an entirely different song than what was planned. I was humiliated in front of Ryan Gosling and everyone else I had ever met because I didn’t know the song and I do believe I woke myself up with tears in my eyes! No good!”
"The scene was an old, brown, dimly lit shopping mall. But it was also Hollywood. Ryan Gosling was there, I think he was trying to pick me up. At one point in the dream he was apologizing for something and I held him, but his body was no wider than the width of my hands with middle-fingers touching. So that’s kinda creepy, but in my dream I was just showing him comfort, care and concern. He had a warm body."
I also dreamed that I was “getting to know” Ryan Gosling. In the dream he was filming something and I had to fly a car over this fence, which was the adventure of the dream prior to this sequence that I don’t remember, but flying a car over this fence was something I was excited about and he seemed shy and I was more excited to talk to him about my flying car abilities than I was to be talking to Ryan Gosling. So this continued, everyday I would fly my car over a fence and visit him. Soon, I’d have a passenger in my flying car and each time I brought someone new. First I brought my friends who had crushes on him, then I brought the little girl I take care of during the week, then my sister and then my brother and then the last one I brought was my mom. Then everything changed. It wasn’t nice anymore to visit him or get to know him. Something about her being there ruined it. Then it was over.
I’m gonna take a moment to overshare my very hideous dream with you. It had Ryan Gosling (with his newly dyed & now really REALLY blonde hair) in it and - drum roll - Darren Criss. Of all the things that could/should/might have happened in this dream what actually occured was this: Ryan shaved off all of Darren’s hair. Wtf? And did I mention Darren was fluent in German and called me “honey” in German? And because I obviously spend way too much time on twitter & tumblr, my response to Darren was that his new hair (well, his new hair = no hair) would cause a major fuss and probably make all twitter & tumblr servers explode.
I was actually pretty pissed when I woke up because no matter how stupid - a dream with Ryan Gosling is a good dream. As far as the hidden or not-so hidden message of this dream is concerned, I don’t really have a clue except that my Gosling obsession has now also infected the subconscious and I seem to care about hair A LOT. And Darren Criss? Why was he in this dream? He looks charming & has got a beautiful voice but I wasn’t aware of the fact I liked him enough to dream about him.