I dreamt that I was a girl on a plane with 2 books: HP Lovecraft's collected poems and an Irish dictionary. For some reason Lovecraft wrote poems in Irish. An old dude noticed me reading Irish and he was like that's cool, so I read Lovecraft's Irish poems to me. Then he asked how'd I get to learn Irish. I said I was learning French but my friend said my voice was too masculine and that Irish would be a better fit. Apparently I teach an Irish class too because I told the old dude how surprised everyone in the class was about how young I was (in the dream I was a girl in her early 20s, irl I'm in my 30s).