Mordin was quiet for a moment, just listening. It was a night for odd developments, it seemed; usually he was the one who did most of the talking. The gears in his brain began turning, trying to come up with possibilities, with explanations. When that failed, he scoured his memory for any sort of connection.
"Not crazy," he decided finally, his tone thoughtful. "At least, no crazier than anyone else. Possible we're all crazy. Have looked into mass hysteria theory, possibly chemically induced. Anyway. Not important right now."
"Not the only person to have this phenomenon occur, I believe. Studied network posts. Seems shared dreams an odd coincidences rampant. Perhaps experimental technology to implant ideas into subconscious. No way of knowing, of course, but true insanity highly unlikely."