A few nights ago, we went to the house of some of our french friends for dinner. They have a little girl around the same age as Ayla, so whenever we get together we have a lot of fun with each other, and watching our girls play together is so cute. We spent a great evening eating wonderful food, and having a surprisingly easy time conversing in French with them, both of us. We got home a little later than we thought we would, so we went to bed not long after we put Ayla to bed. Nate and I talked about how much fun we’d had laughing and hanging out with them, then we both went to sleep. I spent a very restless night of lively dreams, reliving our evening with our friends. I was dreaming in French, and it was EXHAUSTING! I kept waking up thinking, “This is so hard, it’s making me more tired than ever cause I have to concentrate so hard to understand what’s going on! Dream in English, Jo! English!”
I’ve heard that dreaming in whatever language you’re learning is a good sign, and I agree. This is not the first time I’ve done it in my French career. But man is it exhausting!