Day Eff-ay

I had a very vivid dream the other night that, on a whim, I decided that we should go on a trip to Mexico city with my mom and grandma (undoubtedly influenced by their impending visit). Accordingly, mom, grandma, myself, and BNB headed off to Mexico City (in the dream I was thinking of it as Distrito Federal (D-F, "day eff-ay").

Upon our arrival, we were ferried to our hotel in a taxi. As we stood around admiring the exterior, which was very lush and tropical with an impressive waterfall, my mom's cell phone rang. It was my grandma, who had apparently mistakenly got back into a taxi and had ended up back at the airport.

I insisted on going to fetch her, pointing out that neither BNB nor my mom had the remotest grasp of Spanish, whereas I could at least stumble along enough to be understood. I snagged a taxi and as we drove away, I decided that the way to get the driver to hurry up would be to tell him the long, involved story of our decision to vacation in Mexico D.F., and how my grandma managed to get lost.

In the dream, I was attempting to do all of this in Spanish, but I noticed that my brain was working very slowly and I was having trouble with words and verbs that I know quite well.

With Grandma rescued, we returned to the hotel. I know there was more after this, included a trip to a rural area and a sojourn in the home of a tall, thin, very intense woman. But those details are hazy.

Italian

I was talking to this pretty Italian girl who spoke very good English. Suddenly it occurred to me that we could be speaking to each other in Italian, and I suggested as much, in Italian. She wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, and sort of shut me down.

She let me speak in Italian, but looked bored. She corrected me that instead of "fuori," I should have said "iari." The former is a real Italian word; I have no idea where "iari" came from.

Que loquera

Often people ask me if I dream in Spanish or English, I get annoyed by the question since to me it doesn't matter. I understand them both as just a language, so If someone were to talk to me in my dream in Spanish I wouldn't translate it to English and vice versa; last night I had a dream that I could only speak a language that no one understood. I could understand them but they couldn't understand me, when I went to write what I wanted to say to them in their language ( which I believe was English , can't remember really) it was just chicken scratch or some type of weird script. I felt hopeless and invisible, they all just ignored me like I ignore the bums on the stop lights off the highway. Its one thing to have a voice and not paying attention, but its another thing to talk and people not understand you....