I'll take dos of those babies!

I figured my previous entry would prompt another alloglossic dream episode, and sure enough it did. In DUTCH.

I was visiting an Imbissstube (or, as I suppose the Dutch would say, "snackbar") with a full-colour picture menu above the window. In-between the uniform golden brown of various schnitzels and other fried meat products, there was some sort of sandwich with an invitingly green herb sauce. The run-on description used the term "speren", so I went up to the window and asked the pleasant Dutch couple who ran the place, "Wat is de 'spere'?" (Yes, I know it's not a real word; I'm fanatically about looking up such things as soon as I wake up. At the time, though, I congratulated myself on guessing the gender correctly.) As hard as I tried to speak Dutch to them, their replies were all in English. "The spere is a beverage," the woman told me. I tried to explain about the picture I'd seen, but it'd disappeared; all the pictures and descriptions on the menu were different. My dreamworld: A place where satisfaction is always deferred.