I feel like I didn't sleep at all last night, but went to bed and watched movies till dawn. I had very bizarre dreams that I can't repeat, fraught with disturbing imagery and emotion. Suffice to say that Dr. Freud would nod knowingly, and the sooner I forget them altogether, the better.
There were some less unsettling dreams as well, one of which co-starred George Clooney, but, sadly, is rated G. In it, we were riding in the back of a limousine together. I was the writer/creator of a high profile dramatic television series, and he was, well, George Clooney. We weren't working together, just sharing a ride to the same work-related destination. The limo was cruising alongside either the Cape Cod Canal, or the Connecticut River; there's a riverside stretch of country road in Hadley, Massachusetts that turns up in my dreams a lot, it might've been there. Our conversation was easy and pleasant, as between friends who've worked in the same business for many years. We got where we were going and said seeya. I proceeded to go see a tedious children's play in which none of the actors spoke in a voice over a whisper, and I thought, "oh God, not another one of these."
And... that was it. George Clooney appears in my dreams, and that was it. Just another mommy dream, with its wistfulness for paths not taken. If you're going to have a George Clooney dream, folks, make it more interesting than that one, mkay?