I married George Clooney

Never mix a recently returned dream vacation with a George Clooney movie fest. The combination of both could result in a very bizarre dream. Let's take me for example. Last night I dreamt I married George Clooney. (Didn't I say it was bizarre?) I'm still reeling from the morning after befuddlement, because after all I was married, albeit on a subconscious level, to George Clooney. It felt so real that when I awoke, it compelled me to write it all down. Coincidentally, I had found a kewl blogging project the day before. Uninspired, I had put it aside. My dream, however comma, was the catalyst that inspired the "I married George Clooney" sequence below. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did creating it. Shall we commence?



My dream opened to sparkling sapphire waters at an exotic resort on the sandy beaches of Bali, where George Clooney had defected from Hollywood to live the life of a half naked pool boy heavily oiled in Banana Boat products.

George, having only gazed at me for no more than a second (as he would in real life), fell madly in love and asked me to marry him.

George and I had an outdoor beach wedding that rivaled Pamela Anderson's. (The Baywatch bombshell had formerly walked down sandy aisles with Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee and rock n' rap singer Kid Rock.)

The world heralded my marriage to the world's sexiest bachelor.

We celebrated our Bali honeymoon within the confines of a champagne fluted glass-tub filled with Dom Perignon. We were drunk with happiness.

But as true Hollywood romances go, signs of a troubling relationship began to present itself.

And soon, tabloids began airing pics of George's infidelity.

Our "W" to the "E" were no more, and I awoke from my dream somewhat sadden.... but inspired nonetheless, to record said events within this blogging project.

Now, it's your turn. Click on this link and populate the fields. Cut n' paste and enjoy the creative journey!