Sleeping my way to fluency

Last night I dreamed I was in a small German retail market with several American friends. I was looking for a new pair of thongs, since I kept losing one, and some books. I can't remember what everyone else wanted, just that I pointed out we'd have better luck on some items at a bigger store. Still, before I gave up, I was working out what to say to the staff in German.

Friday night, I dreamt I was watching Catalan television and I couldn't understand the name of the thing the show was about. I asked aloud, "¿Què és una ____?" [can't remember the word now because it was patently bogus] and the next thing I knew I was inside the programme chatting with the presenter in Catalan.

By now, it's very clear what's happening: My own mind is TAUNTING ME. From now on, my trying-to-communicate-with-foreigners dreams will be resolutely ABC--Anything But Chinese. 他妈的!