A grateful Hispanic man
stocky and cheerful
comes over to shake my hand. 
"You'll be with us..." our people
"...for two years" 
with a firm, sure grip, 
"I just wanted to say..." before he disappears
"...thank you" and he's gone in a time slip. 

The next I remember
a Spanish-speaking woman sees me at the table
"I noticed you on your iPad," and I stir
she looks down at the floor, and because I am able
"Enseño el español...o lo enseñé..." 
"...pero ahora hago algo muy diferente." 
And I wake up, leaving the dream character speechless
but holding a sense of happiness of that conversation's bilingual sweetness.