Wednesday, April 14, 2010

only in dreams

I've been dreaming in Spanish for months now. It's usually just little things here and there and when I wake up I only have the recollection of dreaming in Spanish and no actual memory of what was said. Last night I was dreaming about Spanish. I dreamed that I was somewhere talking to someone about three languages. French, Spanish, and Italian. For some reason I was talking about the similarities between the three and the fact that if you learn one it shouldn't be too difficult to learn the others. I do not speak French, or Italian. I know how to say a couple of things in French that I learned from watching this ridiculous TV commercial that used to play all the time when I was a kid and from a French Canadian boy that I met when I was like 18. All in all I know how to count to 3 and can call people bad names. In Italian I pretty much know how to say kitchen, beautiful, thank you, and you're welcome.

Last night though I was discussing similarities with two languages I don't know and one that I know minimally. Apparently I was discussing the use of the word "de" in Spanish it basically means "of" or "from". Soy de Detroit (I'm from Detroit). In french the world de means of/from. One of the things I learned how to say (easily offended people look away) was "sucer moi salupe de Detroit" which means "suck me slut of Detroit" or "Suck me Detroit slut" (told you it was bad). Forgive the spelling errors that I'm sure exist, I do not know how to spell in French, this is all creative spelling at it's best.

However, it wasn't until after I woke up and really thought about this dream that I realized I did in fact know how to say "of" in Italian. A piece of information I was given once when I was 18 or 19 and went out to eat at a restaurant in the states called "Bucca di Beppo", an Italian restaurant, the name translates to "basement of Joe", or so the nice hostess woman told us (one time, while walking through the place, and giving us a bunch of random information). Now the spelling is different from French to Spanish to Italian but the sound and meaning are the same.

I sometimes wonder how it is that I know things I didn't know that I knew. How can I have remembered such a trivial piece of information that I learned like 8 years ago? And yet, I can't remember details to things that are so important to me. Stupid brain.

Maybe tonight I'll dream in Spanish again and this time I'll dream something amazing that I'll actually remember.

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