29 and living (Vee-in-ten-new-wavy toe-div-via VEE-vo)

Last night I had a dream in Spanish, which seems strange now because I don't know how to speak Spanish. I tumbled over this morning as Lindsay was waking up and I snapped out of it and said "What's the Spanish word for 'share?' Is it di vi de?"
"What are you talking about?" She said to me instantly as I tumbled back over mumbling "I just need to know." and fell back asleep.
Last night was also my 29th birthday proper according to the Gregorian Calendar (in which I put little mental stock in aside from writing the date when I write my progress notes at work.) But I've been around the sun 29 times, and to celebrate, I came home from work and started learning how to speak Spanish while smoking weed like the old man I am. Some books, some weed, flipping blues records, and a beard holding a big smile like an old man on his birthday. I had a crazy weekend anyway. But I realized that I need to learn Spanish asap for my upcoming adventure in Costa Rica / Nicaragua. I don't know much, maybe what I learned last night and counting to 10, the day Saturday "abrir la boca! Abrir la boca, mis dedos ouch!!!!" and the major food words. I have a good feeling about this trip though. Sometimes it seems if you don't worry about making too many plans, things just have a way of working out. Adventures unfold because you don't have an itinerary. When opportunities come up, you can take them. I'll judge the paths ahead by the feelings I get instead of anything else.
I just have to learn a little Spanish so I can open these doors a bit.
In my dream last night, I played a song for a group of kids. I often write songs in my dreams, though I can't remember them usually, they set the table for a future work- I'll remember a chord pattern, a lyric phrase, a person I was singing to impress yadda yadda. This song...It was a counting song employing the use of numbers in Spanish in a silly way. Like a Sesame Street song, but more like Jonathan Richman sings "Got 2 Again" by Roger Miller. I was trying to freestyle this song, but it was moving along clumsily because I was having a hard time thinking of rhymes. I take it as a sign to be prepared. Be prepared with my Spanish, be prepared to relax and horseback ride up a volcano, be prepared to keep my eyes and heart open for adventures and opportunities, and be prepared to play that song in my dream to people. Not just in Central America, but anywhere.
I'm going to go write that song now....
something like this...

"veintinueve,
llevar cinco,
tienes veinticuatro,
y usted todavía está vivo,
añadir otros seis y tienes treinta,
treinta hormigas con seis patas en un tronco de un árbol lalalala"