So I’m a polyglot. I dabble in 12 languages. I used to be a bit better at them, but these days I’m too busy with my writing career in English to keep up with all of them. The exception would be in my dreams, in which case I speak a pidgin of tongues, and then I shout “Help! Help!” in English.
I’m joking. But really, I have had dreams in pretty much all of the languages I speak. I have gotten lost with headless bus drivers who speak only Bahasa Indonesia. I have had chats at family gatherings in Kannada, English, and Spanish that go horribly wrong. When I dream, any language can assault me, and cause the worst of things to occur in my mind.