I dreamed the container was full of silence

I was standing in a warehouse at 3 a.m., and the container wasn’t empty—it was filled with silence so thick it had weight. Not the absence of sound, but a kind of listening. I reached in and pulled out a single sentence: 'You were never late.' It didn’t make sense, but I knew it was true. When I woke, my phone buzzed—customs update on a shipment that arrived two days ago. The system doesn’t care about dreams. But I do.