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Last night, for the first time in months, I dreamt…
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Last night, for the first time in months, I dreamt a particular sort of dream: I spoke to someone, realized that they didn't understand me, and had to switch to my stumbling Russian. This reminds me of my only analogous real-life memory:
One day in St. Petersburg, probably Monday 18 June, I unexpectedly stayed late talking with John at the hostel, and called my host mother to tell her I'd be late. "Vera, hi, I'm sorry I didn't call before, I'm going to be late, but I'll be home by 7:30 or 8. [Pause. Realize that Vera didn't understand any of that. Try to switch into Russian mode.] Vera, privyet. Aaah, ya chut'-chut', uhh, [John supplies the word for "late," but in the masculine, but I'm so anxious I use it anyway] opazdal, no, uh, ya dumayu chto, uh..."
Not the worst gaffe I made in Russia (war bookstore, anyone?) but the worst I made that week.