Dream

I had a dream. I was in a different world. It was very similar to the one I was used to: there were houses, streets, cars, signs, traffic lights. But when people opened their mouths, they did not speak: rather, they made strange noises, as if listening to an out-of-tune radio. And I was unable to understand what people said to each other, and to me. And I was unable to speak to them, and communicate with them.

Then I realised it was reality.