I had two bizarre dreams last night. In the first, I went to my favorite bowling alley (not that I have one in real life, I haven't been bowling in close to a decade, I'd say...). I was dismayed to find that the bowling alley had decided to feature Nude! Bowling!
I turned around and left, 'cause who wants to see that shit?
In my second dream, Marko came over to my place and commenced house cleaning. I followed him around to make sure he did a good job. No, he wasn't nude. (Get your minds out of the gutter!)
He wasn't wearing a French maid costume, either. Dammit.
My brain is weird. Or maybe it was the antihistamine/decongestant combo I took right before bed.