Clooney

Date: 11/25/2025

I’ve been training for a marathon and I have an important race in a particular town. I’m in very good shape, like when I was training for major competitions, and I’m competing to win. Anyways, I need a place to stay for the night, so I call George Clooney who, in the dream, happens to be an old friend of mine. I start telling him I have a race coming up in the city where he lives, and he tells me “you can stay at my place,” before I even ask. I go to his place and we decide to go exploring. I’m not entirely sure what we were doing really, I remember that we were looking for interesting out-of-the-way places where we might find something interesting. It seems like we were also looking for someone we knew. At some point we end up in an underground space that is almost live a cave, but it’s a man-made space with concrete walls. I think we got there by entering through a tunnel, maybe even by climbing down through a manhole. There’s a woman sitting at a desk who you can go to if you have questions. Almost like a librarian keeping track of things. We start looking around. The place seems like somewhere homeless people might use as a place to sleep. There’s stuff strewn about and everything is kind of dirty. Clooney and I start looking around to see if we can find anything interesting. I find an old school backpack covered in dust and start going through the pockets. I find a couple dollars, but nothing interesting. At some point I see a door at one side of the room and I walk over and look through it. On the other side of the door is what appears to be a long tunnel extending to my right. I can’t see very far because the tunnel becomes completely dark beyond the light that I’m letting in through the door, but I tell by the feel of the air circulating that the tunnel extends very far, and I feel a bit unsettled. I close the door and lock it. As I walk away a man comes up behind me, unlocks the door, and leaves it slightly ajar. It occurs to me that there are probably people down there and this person wants to make sure they’re not locked in. Clooney and I leave and drive back to his place. I must have already stayed over because it’s time for me to go. I reach in my pocket for the dollars I found in the dusty bag, but the only thing i pull out is a few old candy wrappers and other little pieces of trash. Clooney says he’s needs to go practice some lines for an upcoming role, so we say our goodbyes. He tells me to call him if I ever need a place to stay. He seems sad that I’m leaving and it occurs to me that he’s sort of seemed down while we’ve been together. I make a mental note to check in on him soon.