A dream
Sidama/Ce'Dama.
I was in some futuristic/sci-fi scene. Multi-tiered ship, some people were being tortured, some were just going about their business. I saw my brother (or at least I thought it was my brother) and we were able to communicate without speaking. "What is this place?" I asked. No response. Annoyed, I walked over to this semi-open bath/hot-tub area and asked this woman what this place is.

She was -shocked-. She spoke to me without speaking "*gasp* You can speak!?!?"
"Of course!" I sounded out to her. A chorus of gasps came.

Her face was on fire... "Will you....sing for me?", she said. "Uh, no!" I responded, as I don't really like to but I know how. She was sullen and turned away.

I muttered to myself "damn, what a crazy lady".

My brother charged in and pulled me out of the room. "She wanted you to mate with her!", he said.
I was like what the? Why?

"Because you can speak out loud, you will be revered in this society. But you are Sidama."
I'm like what the hell is that?

He ignored my question and we walked along.

Next thing I know, I'm flying and overlooking this mass exodus of people attempting to get onto the ship in the atmosphere. Couldn't really see any ground, or water at that.

A very brutal group of people with alien faces were walking up a set of stairs as my brother and I walked down them. They all ignored me but when they saw this mark (that I couldn't see or didn't even know existed...hell I checked in the mirror this morning....Nothing!) on my neck/chest, they gasped and scampered away.
"Do people hate me?" I asked without speaking.

"They are afraid of you. You are not one of them. Ignore them. Do -not- speak out loud to them!", he yelled at me without speaking.

Why! I sounded out loud. These people -freaked- out. They all began to kowtow desperately.
"Now you've done it!" my brother barked at me silently.

A group of assassins charged at me. My brother stood in front of me and began launching them left and right, protecting me.

I stood beside him and took on a few as well. He was just throwing them. I was launching them in the air with such accuracy that they would fall onto their heads and their spines would crunch.

After the attack was over, everyone was staring at me, mouths agape. I shrugged it off and walked away.

I soon saw what I thought to be a Chinese man entertaining some kids with a tiny hourglass drum. I noticed that he was only playing tones and very very gentle slaps on the drum. He was playing rather poorly. He smiled at me as I watched and I gestured as if to say "May I play the drum?" He gasped and handed it to me, bowing fervently.

I sat down with it and began to play in my usual showoff manner. I tend to play with my eyes closed, and after I opened them, I saw a crowd of people watching me, entranced. (Obvious ego brushing, eh?) Then I opened my eyes and played a bass tone. The bass tone on this little drum was pathetic and weak due to its size. I forced my hand into it and it became a gunshot-like sound. People were scared of the sound. Wimps.

The alien-esque girl that asked me to sing to her was descending upon me, begging me to sing for her.

"Stop asking me to sing!" I said. She went into some odd throes that offended me and I walked away.

Soon a slave was being tortured, which I couldn't handle, so I attacked the torturers.

Then I woke up.


Weird.