posted April 06, 2008 12:50 PM
What the BLEEP?Last night I dreamed about George Clooney ALL FRIGGIN' NIGHT! Where did that come from?
I was in New York and riding my bike somewhere in the 20's streets. I rode by a pizza place that had tables and chairs out on the sidewalk and I see George Clooney sitting there having a slice. Well, it had been the third time I'd seen him in the neighborhood that week and I almost kept going but I stopped and walked my bike back over to him.
me: excuse me... er.... wow I feel really foolish for interrupting you but I decided if I don't then I'll kick myself but this is the third time I've seen you this week and I thought that was strange and I'm sorry for bothering you while you're eating but you were just great in Michael Clayton. I'll go now.
I was about to get back on my bike but he was all smiley and stood up and insisted I sit with him and have a slice of pizza. He said there must be some reason for seeing him 3 times and we should have lunch together. Turned out he was in town for some new movie premiere and he liked NY, etc. etc. so we talked for an hour and when we were done he asked me to meet him again.
Then there is a lot of blurry dreamland stuff - I woke up a couple times - went back to sleep -
I was walking into a restaurant with George and I had just bought an Andy Warhol hairbrush for $22 dollars and I thought it was the best thing ever. He wanted to stop at the restaurant bar for a drink.
Woke up a couple times - went back to sleep -
I'm in NY and I get on a helicoptor with a couple other women and one guy in business suits. Apparently, I'm extremely rich. I had started some toy company and I was meeting with these other people from other companies for a corporate meeting. We were flying across the river into Brooklyn or Queens or something. First we're talking about business but then one of the women finds out I'm dating George Clooney and she freaks out and wants to know all about it and how we met and I end up telling her about the pizza story and seeing him 3 times, etc. All the women on the helicoptor turn into giggling teenagers.
We land where we are supposed to and it's an overnight convention of some kind so we check into our hotel. It's a huge hotel and I haven't been there before so two of the women walk me to my room, chit chatting about how they love the hotel and they're looking forward to the meetings the next day, they were tired and ready for bed and staying just down the hall from me, etc. etc. We turn the corner to my door and George is there, dressed in a TUX, and holding a couple dozen red long stem roses and a bottle of champagne.
My heart's all a-flutter and the women with me are all spazzing out but he ignores them completely, puts the stuff in his hands down on the floor, grabs me around the waist, and pulls me up to him for this amazing kiss. Then he pushes me against the wall to continue kissing me. The women are trying to talk to him but they just sound like idiots anyway and he takes me in the room and locks the door....
And then there is LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX. Lots of it. Lots. Fantastic sex.
I somehow feel guilty about it for enjoying it so much (though, really, it was exactly like sex with my boyfriend Brian anyway - George even had Brian's chesthair)... maybe I should tell Brian I cheated on him on the astral plane and hope he still wants to date me!!!
hehehe!