Last night, my friend Ben had a poker night at his house. We wound up playing till about one, then throwing a frisbee and breaking into the neighborhood pool. I didn't know many people there, other than Ben and a few others, and I think my subconscious feeling of outcast-ness is the reason for the unusual dream I had last night:
I was with a group of strangers and, oddly, I was the only person who could speak. However, my companions could send me telepathic messages of what they were thinking. Sadly, all the things they were saying were very critical and negative. We were in some sort of worm-hole vacuum type of thing, and I was navigating the invisible vessel we were riding in (it had jelly-like walls that everyone would occasionally bump into). I knew where I was going, but everyone was sending me these mental signals of criticism and disapproval. Anyway, once I got us to our destination, all my shipmates had their vocal abilities restored and were praising me for my masterful navigational skills. It was a most unusual dream.
Then I woke up this morning and watched about 9 episodes from season 2 of Night Court.
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