a good book has no ending

musings on literature, Liverpool FC, & life.

but last night I had a dream in Spanish for the first time, and it was sublime.

I was talking on the phone with someone and speaking Spanish, and whoever was on the other end kept “mmm-hmm”ing in agreement. So I just kept wittering on about nothing, really, but it was all in Spanish and whenever I made an error I would go back and correct it, re-saying whatever I had messed up.

It was weird, but weirdly fantastic. And I hope it happens again soon.

3 months ago
  1. csjennings posted this