My dreams are rarely very exciting, but that doesn't mean they can't still be terrifying when they want to be.
Last night, I had a dream where I was sitting with my host family having dinner (or actually lunch, probably), and I couldn't speak a word of Spanish. They were all yammering away and I was just sitting there trying to catch a familiar word. It was scary.
They're picking me up in ten minutes. We're all really nervous. I know it'll be okay—and in real life, I speak more Spanish than I did in my dream—but still.
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