Dreams of France

I had the most peculiar dream last night. I suddenly realized that I was resolutely hell-bent on doing graduate level philosophical study in France. This new passion of mine perplexed me, as it likely would mean studying in the continental rather than analytic tradition. I was also very worried about whether I would be able to learn French in time. I am already double majoring, so I have precious little time to take multiple French courses before I graduate. This strangest of dreams has a metaphor--never read a Wikipedia article about Michel Foucault before you go to bed.