After another night inundated with mock crazed ramblings from my Lawyer about this new fascination/obsession/desire with Lights Poxleitner it is only fitting that my totally non-alcohol fueled dreams included her to a back splash of torrential rain. I am moderately concerned that my first sit down listen to Lights on Jane v2, the new zunehd, might cause some sort of mental meme-worm to borrow into my brain and firmly lodge there causing me to go bat shit crazy like the rest of Lights' fans. Seriously - most of those people are f'n crazy. They need to be bagged, tagged, and put under surveillance.

As it was a chunk of my dream incorporated me back in high school (it's been a recent reoccurring theme for some reason).. but the setting also was classic small town Italian alley/winding street as well. Location not withstanding my Lawyer and I were at a bar.. a familiar bar if it was off a loading dock near a dirt road in between white washed multistory Italian village homes. Lights shows up and grabs a drink next to my Lawyer.. they jabber for some time, I drift off, and then I notice Lights leaving. She sticks my Lawyer with a hundred dollar tab who is simultaneously angry and elated. As Lights jogs down the bend towards the ocean bay a large pack of her crazed fans, dressed in hob goblin and hipster wear, stamped down after her. I watch the rabble move for a long time and laugh as my Lawyer attempts to explain to his wife why his bar tab will be quite high and that it's okay.

Serious.. what.. the .. fuck.

My only understanding is a night of my Lawyer and his wife yammering about this young Cyndi Lauper-meets-Miranda Cosgrove-meets-rainbows-and-puppy-dogs Lights broad does a number on my brain pan. The storm probably didn’t help.