The two of us sat down on the couch, and for a moment my dream libido took over, and I started making out with him. But as things got more intense I recognized that this was a distraction and would accomplish nothing useful. Didn't I have tasks to do? I remembered that last night I had been on DV looking over the monthly tasks for August, and there had been one that I particularly wanted to try out. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. So I disentangled myself from moose-cat-man's embrace and said firmly, "Tell me a word in a foreign language."
It was hard to make out what he said at first. It sounded like "Arab mormon."
"What?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly.
This time he distinctly just said, "Mormon."
It didn't sound like a word in a foreign language, but whatever. Run with it. "Alright, now tell me what it means."
"A married man."
I wasn't very satisfied with this result and wanted to try again. Another DC was in this room, sitting on another small couch further along the same wall, so I went and sat down next to him. This time I made sure my instructions were more explicit from the start: "I want you to tell me a word in a foreign language, and then tell me what it means."
"Sprenn," he said promptly.
"Spread?" I repeated what I had thought I heard at first.
"Sprenn," he clarified, and helpfully spelled it for me. "S-P-R-E-N-N."
"Okay, what does it mean?"
At this he smiled coyly, as if embarrassed. "I'll... tell you later."
I had the impression it must be a word for something naughty, but I needed to find out. "Please?" I wheedled. He shook his head.
I decided to be more forceful. "Come on, you have to tell me!" I tried to think of how to back this up, and added, "It's my homework assignment."
He tried to explain in a roundabout way: "It has to do with the city of Myrkbalik, and the laws of Garibaldi."
The two names he mentioned sounded complicated, so I wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. "What was the name of the city? Mrkbalik?" He nodded. "And the second name? Garibaldi? Garifaldo?" This reminded me of a name I had heard in waking life, so I tried to remember, then joked with him, "The laws of Janeane Garofolo?"
He laughed, though it wasn't clear whether or not he recognized the pop culture reference, and repeated the name for me. It still sounded closer to "Garibaldi" than anything, though I had so much to remember at this point that I didn't dare ask him to try to spell it. Already in the back of my mind I was cycling through data points "mormon... married man... sprenn... mrkbalik..." trying to make sure I would be able to preserve them through waking.
Mrkbalik... that's how it sounded, and I didn't ask him to confirm the spelling of that one either. But he had said it was a city name, and to my ears it sounded Russian or Eastern European. I had a sudden insight about this DC, and asked him, "You majored in Slavic studies, didn't you?" He confirmed this.
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