I really should go ahead and christen a special category here at Shared Darkness, so strangely cinematically flavored are my dreams. Last night’s REM special — or one of them, at any rate — involved a labyrinthine scenario by which Lindsay Lohan kept trying to date me… no, not because I’m irresistibly attractive, funny and rich, but chiefly in order to stay away from her mother. (Umm, apparently I had a car?) I think this entire thing owes to the fact that I caught five or six seconds of a promo of Living Lohan on E! yesterday, after popping out a disc I was screening for review. Still… what?