Languages are intellectual candies.

~ Emperor Charles V is reputed to have said, "I would like to address God in Spanish, women in Italian, men in French, and my horse in German."
And I do think I must agree aside from a slight correction....Men get Old English. Yes, Chaucer for the men. Or should it be a deep, rich Scottish dialect? Hmmm, so much beauty in culture. And with that said, I wouldn't find a classic, sweet southerner accent out of order for women.
And the Spanish spoken to God would be of a Peruvian dialect--clear and smooth. Then in the quiet moments, I would need sign language...unto dance.
I do believe that I would like to dream in a rich dialect of the Kenya region. I don't think could pick only one. They would have to identify individually with each genre of dreams that swarm my mind day and night.
If I had a cat, French may come into play. Dogs would need an active and bright accent, like that of Australia.
My dearest friends and family might be best placed in the realm of a Cambridge, England accent--endearing, thoughtful, intelligent.
Aquaintances would converse in Dutch. Then strangers would require Russian.
My personal writings might vary from Quechua to the Spanish of the Gitanos, while my public work would be the Spainish of formal Spain.
Languages are intellectual candies (I think something like that statement was said by Chalmers--but I'm likely to be way off there). There is much more here to this rant, but I know yet too little. I do so love the notion of languages though.