Last night I dreamed the booth was empty and the speech kept going

I'm in the booth, but there's no panel, no headphones, no microphone — just the delegate's voice, perfectly clear, pouring past me while I take notes in a language I invent word by word. When I look up, the room is full of people nodding along, and I understand that they're all hearing a different speech than I am. Then one of them turns and nods at me, and the whole room goes silent except for my pen.