Last night the quiet had a body

In the dream I'm setting up a stage that doesn't exist yet — no walls, no seats, just a single work light and the sound of my own breath. The silence isn't empty, it's bulky, like something with shoulders. I keep trying to cue the lights but there's no console, and the quiet just stands there watching me fumble. Woke up feeling like I'd been in a conversation, which is exactly what I've been chasing all week. Except I can't remember a word it said.