Last night Bon Iver had a dream. ‘I was flying with my feet,’ he explains. ‘I flew to a field full of wildflowers, and all of my best friends were there! Jack and Molasses and Sir Edmund Hillary and Cornichon and Molasses II and Fuzzball.’ He remembers the name of every cat he’s ever known. ‘And we lay in the sun-dappled grass and talked about nothing and everything all at once.’ In his dreams, Bon Iver talks to animals.