Last night I had a dream about the upcoming <a href="../2010/11/10/acs-150-years-and-vasko-vassilev/" target="_blank">Vasko Vassilev </a>concert. Normally I can't remember my dreams but this one stuck with me.

In my dream, I look at my ticket. Everything is in English except for the row--which is in Cyrillic and says row <strong>Б</strong>. Fine. I know that I am sitting in row <strong>B</strong>.

On  my way to my seat, I stop and talk to lots of people. I also realize  that I am wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a sweatshirt and everyone else  is really dressed up. <em>Hum</em>.  Anyhow, there's not much I can do about this now.

I march down to my row <strong>B </strong>and sit down in my seat. I've got a great view and I realize that the acoustics are going to be great where I am sitting.

Only  this is when, a man in a suit comes up to me, ticket in hand and tells  me I am sitting in his seat. No, I say, this is my seat. He says, no.  You are in my seat. We go back and forth like this for a bit.<!--more-->

I  dig my ticket out of my purse in order to prove to him that I am right  and he is wrong. I pull out my ticket and say, see seat 15<strong>B</strong>.

The thing is I realize I've chosen to sit down in row <strong>B</strong> and I should be in row <strong>Б</strong> where my seat actually is.

I  stand up, gather my purse and sweatshirt and squeeze past a number of  people in formal wear and I move forward one row to seat 15<strong>Б.</strong>

At  the point where I realize that it's going to be really embarrassing to  sit right in front of my old seat all night, I wake up.

My first  thought was: that was a weird dream. Followed quickly by: Bulgarian  Alphabet get out of my Dreams. And then I wondered: do I have anything  to wear to the concert in December?

Anyhow, back to the thought: Bulgarian Alphabet get out of my Dreams.

I've never dreamed about the Cyrillic alphabet like this before. Then I realized it was kind of a cleaver dream. Why?

Well, the first three letters of the Latin alphabet are <strong>A</strong>, <strong>B</strong>, <strong>C</strong> but the first three letters of the Cyrillic alphabet are <strong>A</strong>, <strong>Б, </strong><strong>B. </strong><strong></strong> The sneaky thing about Cyrillic is that the letter <strong>Б </strong>makes a sound like <em>B</em> in English but the letter <strong>B </strong>makes a sound like the letter <em>V</em> in English.  <em>Follow? </em>

So in my dream I saw the <strong>Б</strong> thought sound "<em>B</em>" in English and then sat down in row <strong>B</strong> which of course was the wrong row.

Phew.  That was a lot of explaining for a Sunday morning.  Needless to say,  the whole thing is kind of trippy when you're lying in bed in a  pre-coffee haze. Two cups of coffee later, I think that the whole thing  is pretty funny. Now I've just got make sure that I have something to  wear to the concert in December.