Spanish Dream

Stuff I wrote last year.

Sunday 8/10/2003, Sunny, 90+ (?)

Returning from camping trip in Blair Valley of Anza-Borrego, we stopped in Julian for breakfast. Buffalo Bills sure provided inexpensive meals for two. We had Apple Pancakes and Eggs/Hash/Toasts.

Unusually hot and humid in San Diego, we took a nap then could not do much but lying in the living room sweating. While I was napping, I dreamed that John and I went to a Mexican restaurant with open porch (rather shabby looking hut). He approached the porch and there was a small, thing, and old Latina lady. He said to her: "No habla Espa�ol. No esta bien, no?" The old lady giggled for a while. Then John went into the restaurant. The owners were a couple of Americans (husband and wife). The husband whispered to the wife (in English): "He won't last long." (Meaning he won't last long in this Spanish-speaking region or country.)

It was a very amusing dream and worth noting! It is the first dream I have in Spanish (the one I could remember after waking up anyway.) Although I know very few Spanish, those words are in my consciousness now. It is said to have dreams in certain language indicates the proficiency of that language. I'm far from proficient but I know I understand by heart what I have learnt. It is part of me now. Qu� breno!