A few months ago it finally happened. In my broken English I finally spoke Korean in a dream. It felt awesome! I’ve heard it’s always a good sign when that happens, in regards to language acquisition that is.
So last night was dream number 2. Here goes:I was babysitting this small 8-year-old. When I picked her up from school she was balling. “What’s wrong?” I asked, and she started to tell me that she couldn’t live in her house anymore because a ghost was haunting her. I told her I’d see what I could do. We get to her place and there it is. A boy, a creepy dead looking ghost boy. And he is staring at us with the most stoic expression. Creeeeepy. The girl is covering her eyes and wont stop crying so I have to guide her and drag her to the apartment. Her family and I all watch as this boy appears in the dining area and just stares at us. Frustrated I yell at him. “Leave! Stop haunting her!” ….
I couldn’t help it. I had to draw it. It’s moments like this I wish I was a digital artist. Sigh, oh well ^_^ One day!
Hahaa … so yes. It was a Korean ghost who did not speak a lick of English. I love how even in my dreams I suck and struggle to speak Korean. Maybe one day … ^_^