I smashed light bulbs in my dreams last night. Strange, but true.

Normally, if my subconscious has something to say, she skips the euphemisms and goes straight to the gusto. Of course now that I've finally gotten a handle on how to read her, she opted for a possibly prophetic overtone this time around, and is leaving it up to me to figure out the cryptic meaning behind the message.

Now if I can only figure out why the light bulbs were square ...