My Swedish dream

I had my first dream in Swedish last night.

I was a worker on a Swedish outdoor market stall along with 2 middle aged female workers. The stall contained cheese, eggs, fish, meat and falafel. It must have been around lunch time because they were talking about food, then they looked at me and kept pointing to the meat section.

I said, "Jag kann inte pratar kött" -I can not speak meat
They started laughing, I realised my mistake instantly, started flustering and then said,

"Nej, Jag kann inte gillar kött" -No, I can not like meat
They just kept on laughing.
They were the idiots who hired me.

I believe this dream was a manifestation at my disgust at myself for not having progressed very far with the Swedish language and falling into the trap of pretty much speaking in English. Everyone speaks it to a relatively high level and enjoys to do so.

I must learn! Tonight-Ongoing!

The uncertainty of my stay here has added to this....if I could secure employment or study, have some kind of definite period then I would have more impetus.