In the dream I live in a world where no one speaks. People in this world communicate through interpretive jazz dance. I am a lawyer, defending a man wrongly accused of a felonious crime. The courtroom is crowded. The prosecution has finished their opening statement, accusing my client of terrible things, and now it is time for my opening statement. The courtroom is active as people are trying to whisper to each other, which in this world requires tiny little dance steps. The judge slams the gavel down and dances the room to order. He nods at me to proceed. I take a deep breathe, exhale slowly and rise to dance. -Jobe
Note: This IS an actual dream, not just made up crazy talk.