…to tell me that he believes in me.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and I was visiting my girlfriend’s family in Connecticut. We partied hard, and so I slept, hard. And I had a dream.
In real life, I recently left an improv cast in order to be my own boss and start a new project. And in my dream I was having a friends-only meeting to talk about my plans. About seven of my closest friends were in a brightly-lit, white rehearsal space.
Just us friends… and George Clooney. He was just casually there listening, being a super nice guy and very casual. I barely registered it was him. But he was saying things like, “Brian, I think you should make your own tv show and movies. I think you’re fantastic. I believe in you, man.”
And I was like, “Alright, alright. Thanks George.” I was very polite and appreciative, not really registering who he was, as if the biggest movie star in the world wasn’t giving me glowing compliments.
But then it did register, and I was like, “Wait a minute. George has directed quite a few movies himself. He might know what he’s talking about.”
So I asked him if we could have a one-on-one. And he was like, “sure!”
And then I woke up, or the dream kept going or something.
But yeah, he was there. I had a vision of a late-night helper coming to me in a time of self-reflection and in was George-freakin’-Clooney.