I was working as a waitress at a cocktail bar

I had some weirdly vivid dreams last night. First, I had a dream that my family had moved into a new house. It was a really weird house, I can't really remember what it looked like, but it had a large-ish green porch and it seemed like it would probably be in Vermont or something, although I'm sure we were still in Minnesota. And then I was very aware of the fact that I could never go back to my old home again. And that depressed me very much.

And then I had a dream that seemed far less likely- that I had left my student ID, my safety glasses that I use for woodworking, and my safety badge, in France. When I was there 3 years ago. At a time when I didn't have any of those things. And of course the natural route was not to easily replace all of those things, but to go to france, and go to the house I stayed at, and asked for them back. Which is only interesting to me because I feel like I have all but forgot the useful phrases and skills for speaking to French people, but in my dream I spoke very clearly it all made sense. I know enough to know that it made sense. So in my subconscious, I still know French, apparently. And it reminded me how much I miss speaking another language. And it makes me mad at myself, because my computer came pre-loaded with Rosetta stone, I just need to choose a language. But alas, I've been too lazy. Maybe this summer..