>>>>Myself, I have a knack and a love for languages, and I bothered to remember and practice my French, such that my school peers won't remember half of what I do. I also spent a summer selling chou-chou, glaces et baignet au pomme on the beaches of south France (that's where I picked up a smattering of Dutch) - I used to wake up in French then! :-)
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>>>You're crazier than me... I was dreaming in Hungarian at times, years before I actually got to learn the language. But then, in those years, I wasn't speaking anything (at least not anything sensible) when I was waking up.
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>>What ya mean, "crazier than you"? At least I was waking up & talking in a language I'd learnt and had to use all day. I think you were dreaming in Zvrwarkin, from the planet OzshGoooichhhhh. :-)
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>Waking up in a foreign language... Even though I've been alt-tabbing between four languages in the same day, I've never managed to "wake up" in a foreign language. Except when I was woken up by someone speaking it, that would get me there immediately.

At that time I was staying in a camp-site, peopled by other vendors, mainly French. As soon as I got up I would go to the cafe terrace, chat with my French peers, have a coffee and a Danish, then visit the ablutions. So I'd wake up thinking like, "Fait chauds. Il faut aller au terrace pour descuter avec les autres ... " etc. It's as if my brain was gearing me up to the task on waking. Hell, at the ablutions I even cr***ed in French!