I dreamed I was the anesthesia machine

I wasn't a person, just a machine. I knew every breath, every drop of propofol, every spike in blood pressure. The surgeon didn’t speak to me—just to the patient—but I felt their frustration when the heart rate dropped. I wanted to say: 'I’m here. I’m doing my job.' But I had no voice. Then the lights went out. Not a power cut—just silence. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid. Just… still.