The past two nights, my dreams have either included or centered on Spanish. This has never happened to me before now. Not even in Guatemala when I was surrounded by Spanish.
The first night only included suddenly discovering what a word meant on my message from the Martinez family.
Last night, I was in Guatemala (I think), and I was decently fluent. I was definitely translating things in my dream. And I'm fairly certain I was accurately translating phrases and not just making it up. There was more of a plot line to this, but it just seems really weird to have a dream with so much Spanish.
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One night in Guatemala, I was smoking with a couple guys and I translated a theological debate between our translator (who was too tired to speak English) and my fellow team members.
I think Guatemala and Jesus make wonderful things happen.
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