Dreaming

Time to change the subject….for a bit at least. Actually I have to admit I was getting rather bored with writing about cancer and/or treatments all the time anyway.

I am sitting here are 2:39 a.m., technically it is Friday morning, writing this. I awoke from the strangest dream. This makes two nights in a row (that I remember) with weird dreams. Dreams that border on nightmares but do not quite cross the line.

Tonight I was dreaming in German. How the heck can I dream in German? I don’t know a single word of German. Yet, here I was, in Germany, walking down a street, in Germany, and I went into a library. German, of course. It was a very long, building and had various levels within. The ceilings were very tall and the sculpture on the walls very ornate. There were rows and rows of books, some of which were centuries old. People were talking to me in German and I did not understand all of it, but I seemed to understand enough to make sense.

The dream is already fading, but when I first woke up, I vaguely remembered dreaming in German last night, too.

Yes, I do have fairly strong German ancestry. My dad’s side. In fact my maiden name is of German decent. But what the heck can dreaming in German mean? I have never been to Germany. No one in my family speaks German. The only one that might have been able to speak any amount of German would have been my Grandmother and she passed many years ago. I do not remember her speaking German, I just believe she knew some and I may even be wrong about her knowing any German at all.