dreaming in French
I had an interesting dream this morning. I was at some sort of cafe with Michael. I went to the counter to pay for the meal we just ate. While at the counter, the two cashiers were speaking in French. I did not understand what they were saying. As I was filling out the receipt, I kept writing the wrong number and so I had to constantly erase and rewrite. While I was in the midst of writing on the receipt, the two cashiers left and then another two cashiers showed up (the first two were male and this second pair were female). They spoke in French. Then the other two cashiers came back to replace the second pair of cashiers. This time, they spoke a few words in English before returning to their conversation in French. I asked them how did they learn English. I told them how I know a little French and I said, "Je m'appelle Timmy" (if memory serves me). Then the alarm clock woke me from going any further than that. I always enjoy it when I have dreams where people are speaking foreign languages. If only I knew what they were saying. C'est la vie.
song of the entry
"Meet Me Halfway" by The Black Eyed Peas
posted at 09:24
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