Red Like A Bordello

I have been upset lately because of my crappy old alarm clock. I cannot find WBCN on the slider, which is the Boston station that carries Howard.....so last night I fiddled with the alarm clock for a second until I heard something loud. Good enough!
This morning my dreams became very odd.....everyone was speaking Spanish. And I understood them (I am not bilingual, I know how to say perro, cervesa, pico de gallo (see last post) etc., but that is about it).
I was in a tropical room with my husband, we were trying to go get our kidnapped child from terrorists, but a spy was in the room with us, asking us things (in Spanish of course) like, "Do you know how to say Great Aunt? Good. I like that word. GREAT AUNT." Since I wanted to act casual I was doing leg lifts on the bed, which had a white lace duvet cover.....
Turns out I had one of the Spanish radio stations blaring in my ear....my mind must have made up what all the words meant.
I wish some Jamaican fortune teller read my blog, they could tell me what the hell symbolism was in that dream.