What is up with all the naked men in my dreams lately? Wednesday night, the scenario involved me making out with one on my sofa when my mom walked in, which didn't give me pause, but the arrival of my entire extended family shortly thereafter did. (See, I do have some shame.) Then last night, I was walking through the streets of Fictional Dream City when a very naked, bald, friendly fellow named Jerome decided to tag along. I inquired as to his state of undress, and he said he just wanted to see how long he could walk about that way before someone noticed or protested. Soon a group of people approached and Jerome disappeared, but then I realized he was hiding behind me. Later, Jerome vanished completely and was replaced by a nameless, clothed companion who ultimately proved far more unbalanced than Jerome, and I found myself missing my impish naked friend.

On second thought, maybe it's best that we don't analyze that.