Feb. 28th, 2007 12:13 pm
"I dreamt of a great pool of Scotch!"
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bunj and I were talking about foreign languages in dreams, and how sometimes we find ourselves "playing along" even though part of our brain knows that we're hearing only a simulation of the language instead of the real thing. I've had dreams where I've spoken German, and when I wake up I say "Hey, I know that wasn't really the right word!" But, within the confines of the dream narrative, it was close enough.
I found myself thinking of that this morning when I realised that, in my dream of being in a pub in Northern Ireland, I had called "bubble 'n' squeak" "bangers and mash" and "bridies" "tatties". Didn't stop me from getting served an ingan bridie, but I was nearly unable to pay for it because of comical problems with my impossibly deep trouser pockets.
bunj and I were talking about foreign languages in dreams, and how sometimes we find ourselves "playing along" even though part of our brain knows that we're hearing only a simulation of the language instead of the real thing. I've had dreams where I've spoken German, and when I wake up I say "Hey, I know that wasn't really the right word!" But, within the confines of the dream narrative, it was close enough.I found myself thinking of that this morning when I realised that, in my dream of being in a pub in Northern Ireland, I had called "bubble 'n' squeak" "bangers and mash" and "bridies" "tatties". Didn't stop me from getting served an ingan bridie, but I was nearly unable to pay for it because of comical problems with my impossibly deep trouser pockets.