dreaming in spanish

Saturday, December 6, 2008

So here's a strange little tidbit. Ever since I decided to name this blog "dreaming in spanish", I've been speaking Spanish in some of my dreams. It's happened about three times now. It's not the kind of "dreaming in spanish" that I'm aiming for, fluent and flowing. It's more like a replication of what happens in real life; someone asks me something in Spanish and I have to think about what they just said to me, and then think about how I'm going to respond. But still, I wake up pretty happy that my dreams are even minutely bilingual!

Of course, these dreams are in keeping with the style of all my other dreams as well...totally bizarre. Last night I was searching for a missing mother and daughter that I thought had been kidnapped. I was in a huge indoor marketplace looking everywhere for the missing women, and one of the vendors (who was selling shoes), asked me in Spanish if I saw anything I liked. I responded that I liked the green ones. So...it was a "te gusta?" "me gusta" situation, not very advanced, but it's a start!

I liked the green ones, by the way.