How would you feel if you were taken prisoner by a Mexican drug cartel? What if George Clooney was taken along with you?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my dreams. Literally.
Sometime around 6 a.m. this morning, George and I accidentally stumbled onto the property of the head of a Mexican drug cartel, whereupon George tried to drive through the large steel gates to save us … he’s such a hero (obviously). We did bust through the gates, but the car was totaled, so we ran through the streets trying desperately to hail a cab. Then just as we got one, the cartel’s enforcers caught up with us and took us into the cab at gunpoint.
The rest gets too bizarre to describe … a car chase through the streets of Mexico, a hostage situation at Heathrow airport … it just got weirder and weirder.
Sounds like kind of a nightmare … but George stuck by me through the whole sordid adventure, so how bad could that be? I have no idea how things turned out, but I like to think that had I not woken up, George and I would have eventually saved the day … he is a hero, but I always like to be a bit of a badass myself, so it would be lots more fun kick some bad guy butt together.
Then of course, we would have magically found George’s motorcycle and ridden off into the sunset together, and all would have been right with the world.
Instead, I woke up to Jasmine sitting three inches from my face, just staring at me. I think she’s jealous.
Hilarious!!!! Jasmine hearts George!!!
Having been privy to many of your dream recaps–at least this one kind of makes sense!