Boviosity!

I was sitting in a pizza parlor with a large, close-knit (wealthy?) family - perhaps the same family as the previous dream journal. The place was like a Shakey's straight out of the '70's. They were many different races. Bill Cosby was their father. One of the boys, very young, started singing a song. As in a musical, others took up the song, taking turns singing their own verse. There was a set of twins who sang in beautiful harmony. By the end of the song, they were all holding hands. I felt like an outsider even though the pretty girl next to me was obviously offering her hand. I felt unsafe - as if, were I to reach out to her, she would laugh mockingly and pull her hand away. She looked at me with great pity and concern and I said, "I just don't 'do' people."