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Strange dreams about being at a Sarah MacLachlan arena show (dream Masquerade has an arena in Hell, apparently) carrying three books (one of which was Winterson's take on vampires and werewolves???), and my old, crotchety, semi-invalid eighteen year old cat. I remembered hearing the "last song" (which was older, like "Into the Fire" period, but not that) then her one encore, a cover of "Because the Night", which no one seemed to know but me. Crowd interactions were weird; young kids at the early part, then quirky older folks at the end. Odd, but now I've got Patti Smith in my head, which isn't the worst way to start a day.