Dreams I’ve had since Jones, our six month-old son, was born:<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n I’m killing it. Words are just coming to me as if by magic. I’m easily the best WordCrack player who has ever existed. I am happy and at peace, surging through my life with the confidence and brilliance of an elite athlete. And then, amidst all the letters in the scramble, I see the name Jones popping up. I know it means something important and that it’s my duty to highlight and score the letters in order to keep my son safe, but when I try to do this, his name vanishes and appears somewhere else. I’m desperate, frantic in my attempts, but his name keeps eluding me, and then suddenly my time is up and I’ve failed. My score is zero. With a sense of dread I walk toward the nursery to check on Jones, but I know he won’t be there, that he’s gone, and that it’s my fault because I wasn’t a good enough WordCrack player.<\/p>\n 2. Laetitia Casta and I are on a beach.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want me to climb up that tree and get you a coconut, mon cherie?\u201d I ask her.<\/p>\n She says that she does and I shimmy up the tree with the greatest of ease. As I start to shake the tree, Laetitia does a cute, little dance for me down on the beach, \u201cYou are such a nimble, little monkey!\u201d she says.<\/p>\n\n