Last night I dreamed I was a translator at the Tower of Babel

I'm sitting in a small booth halfway up the tower, earpiece in, and every language coming through is one I almost know. I keep reaching for the exact word — the one that would make the whole thing click — and it keeps slipping just past my grip. The engineer on the other end is calm, explaining something about a load-bearing wall, and I nod, and I don't understand a single word, and it's fine. Woke up feeling like that's just what Tuesdays are.