Linguistics of dreams, again

I seem to have a tendency of creating words in my sleep. Last night I had a notebook full of words, the only one I can remember awake was potato. From now on, it's called daigun.

Last night I was being pleasantly annoyed by a songbird, singing in the inner yard keeping me awake. The song was sweet, melodic and extremely loud, buildings around the bird improving the acoustics. All hens nearby, be thrilled. It's spring.