Tales of the Midnight Mall #1: The Tackiest Male Strip Club Ever

 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.

A Fortune Teller and a Cat Named T.S.

 You know how dreams usually don't have real endings -- they just stop abruptly, in the middle of something, especially when you wake up? Last night, I had a dream that not only had an actual ending; it was a happy ending.

Johnny Weir, Skater Turned Badass Hairstylist and Detective

Recently, I had a kind of funny dream about Johnny Weir, a free-spirit figure skater who had United States Figuring Skating officials tearing their hair out in his competition days. I have been a fan of his skating, and was sometimes frustrated that he had a lot of ups and downs and didn't quite reach his full potential. These days, he's a TV commentator for figure skating and other events.