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.

Bed, Bath and Beyond Breaking Bad

 Have you ever dreamed about visiting stores that turn out to be unbelievably that the dream ends up being unintentionally hilarious? I had one last night where my friend Tina and I visited a home goods store (not Bed, Bath and Beyond, mind you -- I just couldn't resist making up that title) because I was looking for a new bed blanket.

Dream Tourist with a Pillow

 In many dreams, I usually take an active role, whether it's as myself or a diffferent character. But in some dreams, I'm more like a passive observer, walking through a cityscape or landscape or whatever. A dream tourist in other words. Oddly enough, in some of these dreams, I'm carrying my sleep pillow as I stroll through the dream. (No idea if I'm also wearing my sleep clothes as well.)

Nanny-gate in a McMansion

 Here is one of the strangest dreams I ever had, and it is kind of a subtitle nightmare. Not the usual normal kind of nightmare that has you jerking awake, but the kind that has you feeling uncomfortable and creeped out in a quiet ay.

I play the character of a tween kid in this dream -- not as myself. I and the parents (not my real parents) live in what looks like a two-story McMansion. I haven't seen the exterior of  the house as the whole dream took place inside, but I could see from the windows that the house was surrounded by bare woods with snow on the ground. Apparently, ths evening, the parents were out for a holiday party or something like that, leaving me alone in the house, hanging out in my bedroom.

A Visit to Yet Another Western Tourist Trap

 This isn't one of these crazy dreams I usually post about here, but it was kind of a pleasant dream. I want to record it here so I can rememer it better. Also, it seems that I seem to blog quite a bit about Western-themed dreams like this restaurant featuring singing cowboys on a ceiling track, which is a bit odd, considering i'm not a Western buff at all. No idea why I have these dreams. :-)

Compute at Your Peril

 Here are a couple of strange dreams, more like nightmares, involving computers.

Swamways, a Gang of Nightclub Owners Dressed Like Super-Heroes

 A few weeks ago, I came off a 5-day bender of the anti-inflammatory steriod Prednisone which was prescribed to me to treat a medical condition. Let's say it was like being prescribed a mild version of speed where I zipped around the house despite getting ony 5 or 6 hours of sleep. The night after I finished the drug, I "crashed" in bed and had a really vivid dream about a group of people called Swamways, dressed up in superhero outfits.