For the last week, I have been dreaming in Icelandic. Not vivid dreams like I usually have, but weird, fuzzy dreams where the scene is dim…kind of like I am under a bed. Anyway, I don’t see much, but I am surrounded by Icelandic voices, multiple voices, talking at the speed of light. I am straining to follow what they’re trying to say, but to no avail. My level of frustration rises along with my body temperature, and the next thing I know, I wake up in a pool of sweat. Yes, I think I’m stressed out. Last night, I was tossing and turning because I was trapped in a dream where I needed to blow my nose, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it in Icelandic. You can imagine my relief when I broke out of the REM stage, sat up in bed, and realized that all I had to do was pick up a tissue and blow.