I took Spanish Classes throughout High School and then again during my years at the Y... The language is in my blood (1/4 Spanish) but finding it on my tongue... that was a bit harder!
I knew I had made a major language breakthrough when... (drum roll please) ...I started dreaming in Spanish. I did - my dream self was conversing easily in her non-native tongue and chatting animatedly with all sorts of other people in said tongue. It really didn't matter that some of the dream-people I spoke with weren't Spanish speakers. Pshaw, why let reality ruin a nice dream?
The thing is... what does it mean when I start dreaming about blogging? Last night my dream self typed up a killer post and it was so darn witty I kept thinking "I should write this down"...
I didn't, and now I'm upset over the lost post potential - just trust my sleep memory, you would have been rolling in the aisles (RITA... now THERE's an acronym that's not likely to catch on...)
Who knows, next time I might wander down here to the computer whilst I sleep and actually type it up... and then we'll move from "stream of consciousness" blogging to "unconscious blathering"