Strange Sleeping Adventures
Finally put on the radio and started to doze, but awoke to find both of us awake again. This time, I sat up to find some dusty glasses, old pens, a few coins and other odds and ends in the crevices of the bed covering. How did they get in there?
Then I really woke up again, this time alone in my consciousness.
Dozed off again and I was in some far away place with a group of about 15 friends (though don’t know them from “real” life).
We’d gone off for a holiday together, but ended up unexpectedly caught in a revolution of some sort. There was menace in the air.
Plans needed planning and possible schemes were discussed, but put on hold. Until time for action, we had to find a rhythm as a group and await word.
People chatted. Some women spoke excitedly of a potential visitor, rumoured to know one of their colleagues (or something). I barely paid attention.
In one of the common rooms I sat sideways on the sofa, legs semi-curled, feet on the cushion.
This guy sits down next to me, the side of his thigh vaguely resting on my big toe. I look and say hello and then remember a bit of the chatter I’d overheard earlier.
Beside me is George Clooney, slender and brown, dressed “smart casual”. I wonder who it is he knows and why he is sitting there.
We start to chat. I say “hello” and ask him what is happening outside. Does he have any idea what is likely to happen next?
After exchanging a few comments, I figure it is only fair to acknowledge that I know who he is.
(I’m pretty sure he is surprised that I haven’t had a shrieking or fawning response and has started to wonder, but resisted the path of “don’t you know who I am?”)
He seems like a nice enough guy, I explain, but I just don’t get the whole George Clooney attraction thing. “There are probably people I know who would go crazy if they knew I was here with my big toe just beneath George Clooney’s thigh,” I muse.
He starts to look uncomfortable and the dream ends.
I awake wondering if his discomfort is due to being told I wasn’t attracted to him or if he felt the big toe comment was just a bit too personal.
Perhaps it’s not for me to know.
Tags: celebrity, George Clooney
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