Last night I had the strangest dream

I had a dream the other night.

In it, I was driving, and I blacked out. I awoke to find myself skirting the right edge of the road, just missing some workers there. I thought I might have been overtired and had nodded off. I pulled over, and realized I had no idea where I was. I looked up at the road signs, and they were in a language I couldn't read. I wondered how I was going to get home. I wondered where home was.

I saw a police car drive by. I thought of trying to get his attention, but I was afraid.

Then I was talking to an officer. But I couldn't understand anything he was saying. I couldn't even understand the words coming out of my mouth, and it was clear he did not understand me.

And suddenly I was with a group of people. I could understand none of them. They could not understand me. A television was on; I couldn't understand any of the words.

I looked at a book: I couldn't understand any of the words in it. I tried writing; what came out on paper was total gibberish to me.

It dawned on me that I had no way of communicating with others verbally. I couldn't teach or work, or do anything involving language. I didn't know if it was permanent.

Then I thought of drawing or painting. Maybe ...

In the back of my mind I wondered - is this what having a stroke is like? They do run in my family.

Strange dream. It's still bothering me.

Pax et bonum