My biggest nightmare is I’m driving home and get sick and go to hospital. I say: ’Please help me.’ And the people say: ’Hey, you look like...’ And I’m dying while they’re wondering whether I’m Barbra Streisand.

Streisand frames celebrity as a kind of existential vulnerability: even in a medical emergency, public recognition can intrude on basic human needs. The “nightmare” is not simply being noticed, but being reduced to an image—someone who “looks like” a famous person—at the very moment she requires care as an ordinary, suffering individual. The quote also captures the surreal dislocation of fame, where identity becomes a public guessing game and authenticity is doubted. Beneath the humor is anxiety about privacy, safety, and being taken seriously, suggesting that notoriety can erode the boundary between personhood and persona.