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It may be a certain youtube video I watched repeatedly recently, but Andrew Bird visited me in my dreams two nights ago. We shook hands across the autograph session table, and I asked nervously if he is working on a new album. He said yes indeed he was, and proceeded to sing me a luscious melody. I asked for its title, and he beckoned me to lean closer. Right beside my ear he whispered. Then, he sang another song, and again, whispered its name into my ear. I took his hand into mine, and examined its every callus. I woke up, his voice still lingering, but in seconds, it grew fainter and drifted away. And as I recount this dream to you, I find I can no longer remember those names and those tunes. But something of the benign gentleness of the dream seemed to have stayed behind and imbued the day with a tentative sweetness.