So I had a bizarre dream about Adam Lambert last night.

We were texting. He was telling me about some kick ass Tank Girl themed party I needed to go to. And then I realized he was on the bed with me, only the bed was giant, and we were wearing pajamas and there was this very strong preteen-girl-sleepover vibe going on. So I turned to him and was like "why are we texting? We're dorks." And then we were chatting and cuddling platonically and after a while I decided I wanted to go to sleep and moved away from him.

And then he pulled me back into him and I was yelling, "Let go of me, Lambert. I AM NOT A HOT WATER BOTTLE."

And then I woke up.


I feel like I've reached new heights of lame here. Instead of a getting a nice hot sex dream where I'm in a sweaty threesome with the Allens I dream about Lambert and me being giggly bff's.

So the popular fannish opinion seems to be that Adam Lambert was robbed of his victory. In fact, I think many fans don't even consider it to be an opinion. Everyone I've come across who had anything to say on the matter assumes that Adam was the superior artist, regardless of the viewer's personal style preference.

I ... respectfully disagree.

( allow me to elaborate )