Before I forget and get too heavily involved in being awake today, I need to tell you that I had a vivid dream about Hamilton Leithauser. When I woke up, I clutched my chest and said “Hamilton Leithauser and I, like, got together!” Five minutes later, I stretched yearningly toward the still warm pile of pillows that I sleep on and prayed “Let me go back to sleep, let him come back!”
“Dreams don’t come back, Sarah. You had a nice dream and no one can take that away from you. But, it isn’t coming back.”… Thanks Josh.
As I whirled around the kitchen, karate-chopping the air and bribing Jonah to do anything at all toward getting ready for his day, I remembered the details. I got out the lunchbox and the Spongebob brand edamame packet. I remembered that the whole band of the Walkmen was involved in a sort of Situation Room-type problem solving convention on my behalf. It was like an episode of Scooby-Doo. It involved putting Jonah on an airplane after he had been deemed a security risk? I put a juice box and a frozen ice pack shaped like a baseball in Jonah’s lunch box. The Walkmen were trying to help me take Jonah home! They sat in computer chairs and used phones.
“Eat those chocolate bunnies! (Some sort of organic junk food cereal) They are crying in there, because no one wants them. Just eat them out of the box. That’s what cool people do.”
(This post is a fragment I attempted a month or so ago, but I had to stop and do something else. Hamilton Leithauser was wearing a white button up shirt in my dream. We were also at some sort of diner place that served breakfast which makes sense because his name is actually Ham. He is the perfect man; his name is Ham.)