I’m sure any dream-ologist (if there is such a word) would have much to say about my dreams. Dreams where I, usually accompanied by a band of people I may or may not know, spend all my sleep hours fleeing baddies. I’m always running, always hiding, always trying to escape in those epic dream-reels. It’s almost always outdoors, though I remember a nightmare I had more than ten years ago where I fled two gun-toting black-suited baddies indoors, and yes, there is almost always a gun or two. These days, more and more of them look/feel like they were plucked from a war movie – a mix between Saving Private Ryan and Hotel Rwanda, perhaps.
I don’t really want to know what this says about me, unless you intend to tell me I have a great imagination and a talent for epic war thrillers. Which I don’t think I do. I have a very good idea of what a dream-ologist might say, but since I already have an idea, it discounts the need for me to actually hear one say it.
This morning, I was at it again. Running, or at the very least, knowing that I needed to be. Unlike some of my other episodes, I don’t remember who the bad guys were. In fact, actual physical escaping had very little to do with it this time, if I remember correctly. To be honest, I don’t recall much. I was lying on a bed, in a building that might have been a hospital. I wasn’t in pain or injured or sick. But there was a doctor nevertheless:
Now you understand why I don’t remember anything else. But if he’s going to be my doctor, hell I can pretend to be sick any day. McDreamy may rule the roost of medical hunk-dom today, but George Clooney (he was in ER, remember?) remains one of my all-time favourite docs. Actually, he’s one of my all-time favourite anythings. Not that I don’t think Patrick Dempsey is doing a good job at playing heartthro… I mean, brain surgeon.
And speaking of George, here is an article some of you might be interested in. It tells you which Hollywood stars have thrown their several-thousand-dollars’ worth behind which presidential candidate. George Clooney and Will Smith are, among others, going for Barack Obama. Truly, men after my own heart.
