The Bill Gates / Microsoft Dream Catalog

From Rick Thomas...

I dreamt I was working for Microsoft. My office was in a weird loft that you had climb a ladder to get to. I was hanging out with Bill a lot. We would sit in his office and talk about movies and the Sonics. I don't remember what I was doing for the company. Bill came up to my office one day and fired me. He said he had to let me go because He was not getting any work done.

From Steve Breitenbach...

In my dream, I was sailing on Lake Washington past Bill's 50 Mega-dollar estate when my boat capsized. Bill swam out and saved me from drowning, then put me up in his house for several days. The house had palm trees and fountains everywhere, very much like the San Diego hotel I was staying in that night...

From Andrew...

I dreamt that it was the year 2050. I flew in Gates Air to New York City. I stayed in the Gates Hotel. I looked out at mid-town Manhattan, and saw that every skyscraper except one had a huge illuminated 'GATES' logo on it. I was to see the 'Gates Day Parade' being sponsored by the Gates Department Store. I was wondering what the building with no 'GATES' logo on it was. I saw 'First Bank of Gates', 'Second Bank of Gates' all the way to '244th Bank of Gates'. I went to the Gates Computer Store, and looked at the country of origin on the products. I saw 'made in Taiwan' 'made in Japan' 'Made in Germany' 'Made in Gates'. Many many things were 'made in Gates'. Some were made in California, Gates. Some were made in Texas, Gates. Some were made in Illinois, Gates. Just then I woke up, and was swimming in sweat. I cried for 45 billion years.

From Jason...

I dreamed the other night that I was in kindergarten again (I am 20 years old) and bill gates was my bus driver, I kept asking him what it felt like to be so rich but he seemed to only want to give advice on finger painting. I asked him how i could succeed as he has and he told me to stay stylistically outside the lines and i would smash the competition and rise to the top of the heap.

From Wendy...

My boyfriend Ian checked his e-mail and found a message from Bill Gates saying that he really admired his web page design and animation, and that Bill was in London right now, and please would Ian drop by his hotel after lunch that same day to meet him? The e-mail was in a highly visual format and after Bill's message there were numerous film and cartoon "trailers" you had to run through before you found any other important messages. We got anxious that downloading all these messages was making "us" late for our meeting with Bill (unspoken assumption that I was going too). Decided to leave messages for later, and went to meet Bill in his large hotel room. He said lots of good things about Ian's work and offered him a job (in America), part geared to animation projects, part to a major schools-on-the-Internet project. There was mention of a salary around $58,000 which, even in dream terms, didn't sound like a "Bill's singled you out to do great things" type salary. Ian said he'd need five minutes to think it through. Bill said "Call me", and left the room. We looked at each other, and I thought (or said), "What about me finishing my degree, what about the children, what about your dreams of being an Internet mogul in your own right?" But we both wondered if, having been 'chosen' by Bill Gates, completely unexpectedly, Ian could really turn him down. And then I woke up.

From Anna...

I dreamt that me and Billy were on a desert island when he proposed. I had to turn him down because he never had time for me because he was running a little business venture of his. I then walked away but he came running after me and said that he was willing to give the business away. I just had to take him up on his offer, so I took the business away from him and let him live in my house whilst I became Alexis out of Dynasty. He probably wouldn't have taken me up on my offer if he'd known where I live beforehand. Ha ha.

From Marc...

I dreamed that Bill Gates sent me $1.2 Billion.

From Dan...

I was Bill Gates, and I lived in this large, dark techno-mansion, lit by fluorescent tubes behind black rectangular boxes with square white-glass slots (cf. Ben Kingsley's lair in the movie "Sneakers"). I was very grim and concerned, because my arch-enemy Lex Luthor (Gene Hackman) had kidnapped the love of my life, a very buxom blonde exotic dancer, and despite the fact I was the most powerful man in the world, I could do nothing to stop him. I remember seeing his jeering face on a fuzzy video monitor, telling me his terms. This was such a blow to me in the dream that I re-dreamed the situation so that the exotic dancer was just a very sophisticated computer construct, and Lex's possession of her was more along the lines of "intellectual property".

From Rubashov

I'm suffering from insomnia and somehow I've stumbled upon this strange web site. Oddly enough I had a dream about Bill Gates right after Windows 95 was released. I dreamt that I was at a carnival and this carnival turned out to be a Microsoft picnic. Everyone dressed the same and basically looked the same. There were rows and rows of 50 foot long picnic tables covered with red and white plaid tablecloths. I was really hungry so I decided to get something to eat, but all they had were burgers and diet coke -- both of which I can't stand. I started to get really pissed off. There weren't any choices. Just BURGERS and DIET COKE! I refused to eat the burger and diet coke, so I found a restaurant and ordered a salad to go. I returned to the table and realized I had nothing to drink. So I left my salad on the table and went to get a glass of water. When I returned I discovered that someone had eaten my salad. Then I realized Bill Gates was sitting next to me with a big smirk on his face. I became livid because I realized that it was BILL who ate my salad. I twisted his arm and made him apologize. He finally did and confessed to eating my salad. I started screaming at him, but he still had that smirk on his face. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left completely pissed-off. Then I woke up. Luckily, I haven't had anymore *Big Bill* nightmares... maybe it's because I'm using Netscape Navigator.

From Bonehead...

one night i dreamed that i was on an airplane... in my dream i didn't know where i was going, but when the plane landed, i knew i was in richmond, washington to see the execs of microsoft... they had been wanting to buy the exclusive rights to "my product" (in the dream the actual product was not known)... i remember meeting with some faceless sprite, and was getting pretty upset with him... i began shouting at him "look, if he's going to go back on the agreement, then he should do it himself instead of making me put up with some flunky like you trying to haggle the sale price down!"... i couldn't put any description onto the guy's face, but i knew it was a guy, and i knew he was deeply embarrassed - but also frightened... and i knew he wasn't frightened of me...

From Colleen...

Yes, I am guilty of Dreaming of Bill. These dreams were not sexual encounters (unless some Freudian stretch can make it so) but for some reason, they were dreams of parties. Nerd parties. A darkened room lit only with monitor glow, cement blocks painted white like any good nerd's basement bedroom, the metal folding chairs bearing the weight of dedicated hackers for hours on end. This was the atmosphere of these dreams. Bill arrived, like any other guy, and just made himself at home. The other nerds in this party barely took notice of him as they gathered closely around their window to the world. He didn't mind, he likes people that way. I simply said to him, "wow, what are you doing here?" when suddenly it dawned on me that that was a really stupid question. Just before I woke up from that first dream, Bill said to me, "hey, come to my next party", and I woke up before I could ask where it would be. The second party was exactly like the first, except there were more brown metal folding chairs, and more nerds sitting on them, and there was actually pizza. The Thrill of Bill arriving did not impact me as it did in the first dream; he blended right in and disappeared in the huddle. I got bored and left.

From APST...

Recently, I had a dream that my wife and I were invited to Bill Gates new home, and when we arrived, we were ushered into a white room and given iridescent shiny type body suits to put on with matching boot type foot wear, and I commented to my wife as we changed into this strange garb that there were all kinds of "touch sensitive buttons" on the sleeves, and we were then handed ultra lightweight headgear to put on that had a clear plastic eye cover, when I put the head apparatus on, I touched a corresponding button on the sleeve (pic of the head gear) and we were instantaneously "transported" into a wonderful room full of wonderful background music (Yanni?) and a soft voice began telling us about the Gates residence and directed us on a tour throughout his wonderful home, we subsequently met with Bill Gates and his lovely wife, and just as I began telling him of an organic viral chip I was trying to get someone interested in, my alarm went off...and I woke up...I asked my wife if she experienced a similar dream, and she said "No darling, you've been working too hard, let's have a cup of java!" Gee, it was as though we (I) was actually there! Oh well, just thought I'd share that with you, oh, one more thing, Bill Gates home sure was beautiful,,,at least the one I "visited" was!

From Junk...

In my dream, Bill and I were walking into a glamorous hotel while holding hands. Then, for some reason, we thought it would be better if we didn't draw attention to ourselves, so we stopped holding hands, and just hooked our pinky fingers together and continued to proceed toward the front desk. When we got there, Bill started talking to the clerk, and all the while we were holding each others pinkies, as if it was less conspicuous!

From Rich...

In the dream I am on line at a bookstore. the line contains people who want to have B. Gates sign their copies of his book, when I get up to him and have him sign my book, I realize that it is not his book in my hand by the Ayn Rand book "Atlas Shrugged". we both pretend not to notice and the book is signed without incident.

From Jeremy...

Last night, I dreamt that I was stuck in a freezer. I was on the verge of dying when Bill opened the door. He handed me a copy of Excel on floppy disk. Bill then closed the door on me but unplugged the freezer. As I began to thaw out, I began nibbling on the floppy disks he gave me. Then, Bill said my cubicle was too big, so he had a steam roller squash the freezer with me in it.

From Josh...

I dreamt Bill was sucking on his toe. I really don't know why.

From Karen...

Ever since loading Windows 95 on my pc, I've had dreams about Bill Gates. In one of them, I was sitting at a table in an airport in Utah with Bill and three other men. Utah, by the way, is the location of the automation vendor we use at the place where I work. Hummm. The barren, brown Rockies loomed large around us. One of the men commented on how ugly Utah was. I replied that hearing that made me feel really good because I thought I was the only one who felt that way. Well, I suppose you could have field day with this.

From spike ali...

Oddly enough, I’ve had several bill gates dreams. It all started after this trip my parents and I took past Ross Perot's huge business buildings when I was about 15 years old and on the way to my admittance interview to the Texas academy of mathematics and science. My mother, always fanciful about not having to shell out any dough for my education, speculated that I should write a letter to Mr. Perot asking him to "sponsor a talented and bright young Texan’s education." Although I laughed at her silly remark at the time, it later began to haunt me both in my conscious and unconscious states of mind.

The beginning of my dream emulates my real life situation. I toil daily, juggling two part-time jobs, full-time school, roommate problems, and bills until I feel like I’m going to drop dead with weariness. One day, as I’m riding the elevated train to school feeling completely beaten and looking particularly disheveled because I worked until 2 a.m. The night before, I look up from my frantic attempt to incorporate every theory of motivation into my head before the 9 a.m. Test time and there he is. Billy bill, just sitting there in the seat across the way, smiling at me. My first reaction was to fixedly stare back at him until he turned away, as I do everyone who stares at me on the train. Unfortunately, he didn't turn his head but just smiled bigger and pulled a pen and a notepad out of his pocket. Both had "Microsoft" emblazoned across them, as well as his shirt pocket. He leaned down to write something, then tore off the paper and handed it to me with a flourish. It said, "hello, my name is bill, and I’m an Ellen Jamesian." I broke out into hysterical laughter because I knew it was a funny joke based on characters in "The World According to Garp," and bill laughed and said he thought I looked like the sort of person that would get that.

Since my stop was coming up, I told bill I was sorry but I had to go. He asked if he might tag along, which I didn't think was a good idea until he offered to buy me lunch. Never one to give up an offer of free food, I accepted. So on the way to my test, bill told me he was on a personal quest to remember how the common person deals with every day life, so he asked me some questions about my life. I told him all about how I dropped out of high school and the academy because of personal and family problems and how I was determined to make things work so I just packed up a U-Haul and moved from Texas to Philadelphia when I was 17. I told him all about how most of my roommates owe me loads of money and that one even turned out to be a bank robber (true story, too), and he asked me how I dealt with it all. I explained to him that I work around 50 hours a week at two part-time jobs within the same company so I can meet my outstanding expenses. Bill began to look like he was going to cry, so I laid it on even thicker...but never lied. I explained to him that I usually only have time for one "meal" a day, and even if I did I don't have the money to pay for more. I detailed my diet of ramen soup, spaghetti, macaroni and cheese, and Dr pepper. I figured for once my scarily skinny frame might come in handy and I showed him how underweight I am by rolling up my sleeves and displaying my bony arms. He gasped in horror. Then I told him about freezing one hour commutes to school and work, terribly high rent, and a mother that refuses to let me have any of "her" money, and that I might have to drop out of school after this year because I haven't the money for it. He asked about my grades in school, and when I told him I have so far managed to maintain a 3.96 gpa while double majoring in neuropsychology and religion bill broke down into a crying mess and said he couldn't believe how selfish he was. He swore that, since he wasn't able to finish his college education, he was going to make sure that I was given the chance. He told me he had never met anyone who had worked so hard to get what they wanted out of life and make something of themselves and that I had "climbed over mountains and swam oceans that most people wouldn't even take a step towards." Then, after I took my test, he took me out to eat ("anywhere you want to go," he said...so we went to Kentucky Fried Chicken) and traded phone numbers with me. He gave me $1000 worth of his pocket change to get home and pay off a few of my bills and told me to inform him whenever I got my next tuition statement. He also told me I could come visit his place whenever I wanted if I just needed to "get away from it all."

From Pam...

I dreamed that I was younger, maybe a teenager. Bill Gates came to my house for dinner. I was thrilled and excited but tried to be really cool about it and pretend that he was just a normal person. Right before dinner, my mom asked him if he could fix her e-mail/modem, etc. I felt so embarrassed and mad at my mom. Then I woke up!

From Karen H...

Well where do I start.................

It was yesterday morning and I woke in a cold sweat I had been having a Bill Gates nightmare. The dream didn't start out like a nightmare in fact at first I didn't know I would meet Bill Gates, but in the course of the dream Bill Gates revealed himself.

At any rate I remember I was in this strange Metropolis and I somehow or other ended up at the Bill Gates residential complex and all though I knew he was supposed to have lived there I didn't think I would meet him. In the dream I was a fan of Bill Gates and I was very much desireous to make a pilgrimage to his home and meet Bill. I entered his housing complex on my own without first being greeted at the door and inside I met a man who I didn't think was Bill Gates, he didn't look like Bill, but in fact he was......

I was hanging out with this guy and we had this deep connection and we found out we had a lot in common including the fact he was a Hare Krishna and a vegetarian too and he's an intimate friend of Boy George who is also a Hare Krishna. ( The night before I went to bed dreaming about the crying game, a song by Boy George after having flash backs of personal Hare Krishna resentments and thinking yeah right - fond memories of the Hare Krishna's, all I did was cry most of the time I was involved with them, but George was calling me to come to the LA Hare Krishna temple.....So for some reason Boy George and Bill Gates were both Hare Krishna's in my dream.

So Bill finally reveled he was Bill Gates and his face changed so he finally looked like Bill Gates again. The House was a marvelous place, however the part I saw in my dreams wasn't particularly fancy, some white lamps were the thing I remember most, white carpet and white couches and white stuffed chairs.........I followed Bill up this spiraling stair way with a black wrought iron railing to another floor furnished like a whole apt. there was a kitchen we passed by and Bill suggested that I meet his wife and new born baby and his wife was a very nice person, the new baby was strange almost grotesque to look at, but I graciously accepted the opportunity to hold the baby who aside from a very strange body had a cute enough face. The thing that was really strange about the baby, was although the baby was less then a week old, the baby was very alert and could speak perfect adult English and the mother told me that's because the baby takes after Bill. I thought to myself, some people have all the smarts, I flunked first Grade because I couldn't read Dick, Jane and Sally by age 7 and Bill had already read the whole encyclopedia by then. So I commented on how amazingly smart the new baby was and I'd never heard a new born talk before, what to speak of adult english at that........

So things were very pleasant so far it seemed - that I was fitting into the Gates fold by then, however when Bill tried to have me use the latest computer he'd been working on I didn't know how to use some of the functions on his new keyboard,
which had twice as many keys as my old one at home and Bills mood began to darken and all I could do was apologize for my incompetence. At this time Bill reveled his whole reason for having me summoned to his home, although I had no idea I had been summoned. He explained that I was the product of half silicon by Dow corning and half human flesh and that I was just produced to become a vessel for a real brain, his and that I had been selected for my body type from a number af scientifically engineered humanoids. Then he told me the fact is that he was dying and wanted to transfer his brain into another body and that they would remove and destroy my brain and put his brain in my body. I was dumb founded and at that point his wife was talking to me about this and that Bill didn't want to abandon his young family as yet and that the new baby needs him and she needed him and that the world could not exist without Bill Gates...........

So I was taken in by this and I agreed to have the operation, where surgeons stood by in Bills house complex surgical lounge to perform the Brain Ectomy, but when I got in there I said it would only be fine if they gave me anesthesia first, but the doctors said no that I would have to be conscious during the whole procedure and at that point I freaked out jumped up and ran to escape and at that point they tried shooting me down with tranquilizer bullets, before I crashed through a huge picture window after running out of the surgeons lounge. On the way out I ran into Boy George again and he told me nobody can escape from Bill Gates, that everyone worked for Bill Gates and it became an all points man hunt with every body out to capture me for Bill Gates.........

Then I woke up and I was in the Bill Gates Psychiatric Hospital..........

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