What is Germany doing to my subconscious?


Here in Germany, I've obviously been meeting many new and diverse people. For those who don't know, I have an extremely difficult time these days remembering names until I get to know someone. (Thanks Marie Callender's) This problem of mine is even moreso compounded when the names I'm trying to remember are nothing like any that I'd normally use. For example, here are some of the more difficult names that I've come to remember here in Zittau:

Abdu
Adil
Anil
Magda
Najeb
Ola
Raddeck (sp?)
Yassine
Zacharia (sp?)

Now the point of interest for this update is Raddeck. Raddeck is a Polish guy that we met at one of the parties in Wohnheim C. He helped me a few times when I might've had too many, and has proven to be a pretty decent guy. Thing being, how the heck am I supposed to remember a name like that? I tried a couple of different associations, but in the end, my memory proved to be somewhat more odd than even I might normally expect.

The last time he told me his name, (3rd time probably), I really felt bad for forgetting again, and was resigned to remember it. As we were leaving the party, I said goodbye to him by name, and yet, somehow, by the time we hit the parking lot, it had once again escaped me. This is where things get interesting.

I went to sleep late that night, still not sure of the name, but knowing it was on the tip of my tongue. Then I had this weird dream about a human-sized dog that could somehow drive a spaceship, and speak english. (and German at times) I seem to remember thinking that the dog belonged to me, so I didn't particularly appreciate it when he started causing me trouble, and generally giving me a bad name. In any case, right as the whole galaxy was about to explode, (I don't think it was the dog's fault, but I can't really remember), along he came on this awkward space skateboard object. Now he realized that I wasn't too happy with him, but he was my dog, so I let him into my ship as a sign of frendship or commitment or something. He was deeply grateful, as we narrowly escaped destruction by jetting away at near relativistic speed. What was the dog's name, you ask? Raddeck.

I woke up, and totally remembered the guy's name on account of this twisted dream. In any case, I was having a hard time not falling asleep in class today, so I decided to write a little about this thoroughly entertaining dream. Here it is, a glimpse at the semi-complex oddities that float through my head at random moments. Tell me what you think...


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