Spent about nine hours in bed. Had an horrible night. Remember two dreams.
I was working in a fast food Italian restaurant. My job was to take the orders, put the cooked food together and put it in the counter in front of them.
I was on (or watching) Tout Le Monde En Parle. There were lots of guests and one of them was talking French but when she started telling a story (she was a member of a music group) her French was so bad that noone could understand her but everyone were acting like they understood her and liked the story not because to be polite or anything like that but because she was speaking French and they did not want to act like cruel French Quebecers with someone who had learned their language.