Très étrange.
One of my dreams last night was almost entirely in French.
When I was in high school, we had a foreign exchange program, and so I think it was sophomore year that a group of about 20 Frenchies came over for a few weeks. Sebastian was one of them, and I remember him to be a really nice guy. He actually came to one of my recitals and pronounced my French diction to be very natural.
Anyway, seeing as he lives in rural France, we didn't really keep up correspondence. The last I heard from him was September 11th, 2001, when he emailed to say that he hoped all of my friends and family were safe.
In the dream, I was talking on my cell phone to him. We'd apparently kept up contact, speaking for about an hour each week. So I was on a boat ferry, having a conversation with Sebastian. I remember speaking fluent French, as all of the dialogue was in French. We were discussing, of all things, Of Human Bondage. How weird is that?
Anyway, I haven't spoken decent French in at least two years. Monsieur Tabegna and Madame Motard-Noar would totally kick my ass if they heard how disgraceful my conversational French has gotten. I've been meaning to brush up, anyway-- some of the stores we deal with are located in French-speaking Canada, and it'd be better if I could just speak to them in their own language. Their accounts payable people do tend to be bilingual, but it's often so hard to understand through the thick accents.
When I was in high school, we had a foreign exchange program, and so I think it was sophomore year that a group of about 20 Frenchies came over for a few weeks. Sebastian was one of them, and I remember him to be a really nice guy. He actually came to one of my recitals and pronounced my French diction to be very natural.
Anyway, seeing as he lives in rural France, we didn't really keep up correspondence. The last I heard from him was September 11th, 2001, when he emailed to say that he hoped all of my friends and family were safe.
In the dream, I was talking on my cell phone to him. We'd apparently kept up contact, speaking for about an hour each week. So I was on a boat ferry, having a conversation with Sebastian. I remember speaking fluent French, as all of the dialogue was in French. We were discussing, of all things, Of Human Bondage. How weird is that?
Anyway, I haven't spoken decent French in at least two years. Monsieur Tabegna and Madame Motard-Noar would totally kick my ass if they heard how disgraceful my conversational French has gotten. I've been meaning to brush up, anyway-- some of the stores we deal with are located in French-speaking Canada, and it'd be better if I could just speak to them in their own language. Their accounts payable people do tend to be bilingual, but it's often so hard to understand through the thick accents.