myJaxon

It’s always weird when I start dreaming in Spanish. I’m actually pretty fluent in my dreams and that’s suppose to be a good thing; however, when I’m fluent, my dreams are usually really weird. I don’t remember much about my dream, but I do remember speaking in Spanish to Jesse because we were in his homeland, where I was a foreigner, and I wasn’t sure if they were suppose to know that I didn’t belong there. Like I said, weird. I have no idea where it was going or where I was coming from (I do remember huge leeches, but that could be spillover from that horrible SCI-Fi movie from last Saturday). I also have no idea where Jesse picked up Spanish and why he wasn’t from the same place I was. I did get a feeling that it was wrong for me to be in his homeland. Maybe it was a good thing that Ian woke me up when he did.

Another dream I’ve been having lately (although it has nothing to do with speaking in Spanish) has something to do with dairy farming. That may not seem weird, but remember, I’m still nursing Ian….now think about that.