Der Grosse Vogel isst meine Cabeza!

I’ve been a busy girl these last few days. Between school and getting ready for my trip, I’m going a little crazy.

I had a dream the other night.  I was in a jungle or a rainforest.  I was walking around trying to find my way when I met a very big bird.  He looked a little like a Toucan, but his beak opened really, really wide.

The bird kept saying “Cabeza, Cabeza…  Cabeza, Cabeza.”

I liked the bird; I thought he was quite sweet.  For some reason, in my dream, I though cabeza meant melon.  I thought the bird wanted to eat some melon.  So I suggested to someone around me (I have no idea who this person was, didn’t see a face) to get the sweet bird some melon.

The bird promptly ate my head.

I ran around, headless, but still able to think and see.  I kept repeating to myself, “ Der grosse Vogel isst meine Cabeza!!  Der grosse Vogel isst meine Cabeza!!  Cuatro cervesas, por favor.  Das ist muy importante, bitteschön!!“  Then I woke up.

I think I might be accessing that language part of my brain and my high school and college Spanish is coming back to me.

What would you call that Spangdeutsch?

Sparky bought me the new Robbie Williams today.  He says its because he loves me and wanted me to have a treat.  I think he is really, really tired of Kelly Clarkson.