This morning when I woke up, I was thoroughly perplexed. I woke up from a dream in which I had returned to Tchad to visit. In my dream I was overwhelmingly joyed (is that a word?) at the prospect of being there, and I was just soaking it all in. It was nighttime in my dream and all the patients in the hospital were getting ready to go to sleep, and I was going to sleep there with them. So I went around to each patient and began talking to them, playing with the children a little. One small child of about 2 years old kept trying to escape and run out the door, so I kindly returned her to her parents and gently admonished her not to escape. Here's the really cool part of this whole dream: I was dreaming in French. I was speaking to them in French in my dream. How random is that?
3 comments:
oh my french is not cohesive enough to dream in. you always had GOOD french Kristin. I hope you are still speaking it. Miss you! Love Em
that's so awesome kristin! I've heard that it's not until you dream in another language that you really know it! :)
That's ok Emily, your Nangjere is much better than mine ;) I was trying desperately to remember how to say yes in Nangjere the other day, and I still can't remember...
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