I dreamed last night I was talking to someone in French, and then inexplicably changed over to Spanish although it is much harder for me to say anything in that language. That is all I can remember, besides the vague feeling that I was expressing my love for something, at great length.

I've been hiding, even more deeply than usual. Hiding in time and space. I've had one conversation with one person in the last two days, but that is my father and he does his own kind of hiding.