Come away with me and we’ll kiss, on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I’ll never stop loving you.

Ah…it seems I never will stop loving him, no matter how much I try to put those childhood fantasies behind me. Yes George, come away with me and yes we will kiss, oh how we’ll kiss.

Heh – it’s funny how for weeks and weeks on end I’ll sleep without even a hint of a dream and then in the middle of no where, whether it’s food that I’ve ate or the climate that I’ve fallen asleep to, I’ll come up with the most pleasant, glorious, sensual dream that just makes me wish I never had to wake at all.

Oh shut up you. I have every right to be corny when I have my George Clooney dreams. Last night we were on a cruise it seems, he was lazing on a lounge chair next to me with a magazine that had Brad Pitt on the cover in front of his face. (Of course I looked stunning as one can only do in these sorts of dreams) Suddenly the magazine was lifted and even though I was there with my “husband” Teddy (Liz – WTF!) I followed him away and asked him if there was somewhere that we could go. He cocked his lovely face to the side – v. Doug Ross – and placed his hand on the small of my back and whisked me away to one of the bars with live music. We joined a crowd of people and he passed me a vodka tonic and pulled up a chair. With his hand resting on my shoulder he slowly turned to me in one of those slow-motion passionate moments and was leaning in when I started to hear the obnoxiously loud sound of a lawn mower. Where the noise was coming from I had no clue. I tried to fight it and escape back into the dream but OF COURSE the Harvard maintenance crew just HAD to ruin the beautiful moment.

Needless to say I wasn’t able to just fall back asleep and catch up with the moment, regardless of my attempts. I did fall back asleep to another dream about recklessly driving about the back roads of Kingston while drunk off my ass and crashing into things – which apparently I later blamed on my brother. But that is an altogether different story.

So yes…my love life is obviously lacking if I’m trying to fall back on one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors. It’s ok though – I’m cool with that – someday he’ll recognize our obvious destiny.

I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof, while I’m safe there in your arms. So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night. Come away with me.