This is odd. I’m told that, coming out of anesthesia one afternoon, I spoke passionately about one thing or another in German. Given that I’ve never studied nor attempted to speak German in polite company I was most vexed by the tale and wished that I had retained some recollection of the hidden talent.
What happened?
I woke up.
This is odd. I’m told that, coming out of anesthesia one afternoon, I spoke passionately about one thing or another in German. Given that I’ve never studied nor attempted to speak German in polite company I was most vexed by the tale and wished that I had retained some recollection of the hidden talent.
Sucks to wake up.
Oliver Sacks might want to speak with you, Tracy. (Whether in English or German, I couldn’t say.)
You dreamed you were Switzerland.