Right In Der Führer’s Face
I ate a buttload of apple strudel at bedtime last night. While I ate this I listened to “Right In The Fuhrer’s Face” by Spike Lee. Combine that with my grandson up all night, playing online games, screaming and cussing at the scream in the next room. I have this sleep program that keeps up with my sleep patterns. It judges light sleep, deep sleep, times thereof, but it also records. It records ambient sounds, dogs barking, cats, rain, farts, everything. And it records them quite well. So combine all three and by 1:30 I was sprechen Deutsch in my sleep. I don’t speak German! Now I don’t wanna hear any Pentecostals trying to say I was speaking in tongues or Catholics exorcising me for talking in a language I’ve never known or studied. It just is what it is. Something stuck in my subconscious with a side order of strudel and Fortnite!
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