For some reason I was in a library studying (?) with my friend Melissa and "Bob" (I think I mentioned him in a previous dream...I had/still have a small crush on him). I'm not sure what we were studying, but I know that I really wanted to concentrate. So did Bob. Melissa kept bugging me, however, repeatedly asking me questions. I felt obligated to answer her, so I did.
Bob grew extremely mad. His face became bright red and he stood up. He yelled at us for being so incredibly rude and obnoxious. Then, he began mumbling something. I finally realized he was speaking Russian (and most likely insulting Melissa and I).
Recognizing the language, I couldn't help but smile. I have always loved Russian. I looked at him sweetly, and said, "Russian? That's my favorite..."
"Favorite language," he finished, somewhat subdued. He seemed to be pleased that I knew Russian when I heard it.
Later, I regretted having told him that Russian was my favorite language. I simply like the sound of it, I don't speak it. And he probably knew very well that I speak French and that it is actually my foreign language of choice.
