The words tumbled out fast, no halting. No searching my brain for the right word. No Spanglish. Just rapido, rapido, pan, pan, pan, palabras, palabras, palabras. In my dream I was in full-on Spanish conversation with a Colombian co-worker. It was vivid. Yet now, a few weeks later I cannot recall what I was saying to her, only that in those first waking minutes, I could not stop smiling. I had a dream in Spanish. Finally.
