I had a mildly (okay, very) distressing dream last night in which my sister told me my father was dead (he isn't). Weird thing about it, though, she told me by saying "Ar nAthair, ata ar neamh", which is the first line of the Lord's prayer in Irish, and means "Our Father, who is in heaven". As in, Dad's dead.
My subconscious is a strange, strange place. Not only does it occasionally dream in other languages, it also dreams in code. *frowns bemusedly at self* Also, more than a little morbid, methinks.
My subconscious is a strange, strange place. Not only does it occasionally dream in other languages, it also dreams in code. *frowns bemusedly at self* Also, more than a little morbid, methinks.