As mentioned in other posts, my dreams take place in all kinds of places such as amusement parks, houses, touristy towns, and lastly but not least, shopping malls. In fact, I seem to have so many dreams involving shopping malls. Fell free to analyze why that might be -- it could be just a symposom of American super-consumer culture. Anyway, here's my first post of "Tales of the Midnight Mall", that involves a really bad male stripper club in a mall.
Once upon a time, there was a beauty supply shop on the 2nd floor of a shopping mall, and it did not prosper; it closed and had shleves of brushes, bottles and srays carted out. Apparently, someone got the idea to re-purpose that store space as a male stripper club.
A friend and I were invited to attend the opening night of the club. When we entered the club, it didn't look like much work was done on the space -- it had the same brown carpeting, white walls with recessed lines for hanging display wares and big photos of well-coifed hairstyling models high on the walls. However, track lights did replace fluorescent lights, to create mood lights. Groups of cheap-looking white tables and matching chairs, which look like the kind you'd see at an office's break room, were placed in one side of the space, leaving a big void in the rest of the store. No stage or bar or anything -- waitresses had to go through what looked like a door that would have led to an employee-only back room to fetch drinks.
Once we and a few other women settled in our seats, our drinks served, the show started. The lights dimmed, and a row of track lights highlighted an empty space on the other side of the space. A line of Ray-Ban-sporting men came marching out of the same employee-only door. All wore shiny black vinyl pants and imitation leather jackets with nothing beneath, showing off their bare chests. Each sported some kind of hairstylist tool like a blow-dryer or curling iron. They danced in the emty space to Eighties tunes. It wasn't clear if they were trying to be funny or sexy, since it had a thrown-together-at-last-minute feeling. Pls, the shop entrance was wide open, so anyone wandering in the mall could look right in easily. Not exactly an atmosphere of intimacy. In fact, it felt more like a thrown-together high school production.
Unfortunately, I don't remember if there was any stripping done. Too bad, as that mght have salvaged the dream. On the other hand, considering the way things have gone down, maybe that wouldn't be a good idea after all. :-)
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