I woke up this morning? This evening, or this whatever. I woke up, and for the first few minutes I couldn’t remember what had woken me up so quickly. Normally, it is like walking out of a thick fog. The view around me comes in slowly, and fades more into view, than out. It seems normally like the things around me are fading into existence as I wake up. This time though, i was asleep one moment, and awake the next. The thing that woke me up was a small humming.

How could a thing like a hum wake me up so quickly. I couldn’t figure that out either really. I sat here and noticed the sound, and let my mind wander. Then i realized why it was so strange to hear a sound here. I have never heard the slightest noise in this place. That isn’t true. I heard this knock on the door once. That stopped me in an instant too. That was years ago though. I think years at least. And that noise never came more than once.

This sound is happening right this moment. It has been happening for what seems like hours. The more i think about it, it tickles my brain and makes me think i have heard this sound before. I am struggling to remember what it was before. But i hear it now. It is a low steady humming. Not always steady, but sort of pulsing a little bit in a slow rhythme. It raises in volume a bit, and then lowers. It doesn’t change pitch, or tone, just volume. And that seems to be only a small amount. If this was a normal place, with normal sounds, i wouldn’t notice it.

I am trying to figure out where it is located. It seems to me that it is coming from under my head. Maybe a foot or two below my head, and slightly behind me. That doesn’t make sense if i am laying on a bed. What is it that can be below and behind me? What makes a sound like that.

I remember how long i struggled to understand what knocked on my door. I can’t believe i called a door in a room i don’t own ‘my door’. Like i have a choice in anything that happens in this place. But it was something that I remembered. So much of the dreams of my past fall apart as soon as they happen. I have been trying to pull fragments of them back into my mind. Trying to piece together a whole from the bits that remain.

I think i know what the sound reminds me of. It reminds me of electricity in wires. The sound of a plugged in machine when it is powered up and running. The small hum of electricity in an electronic device. Something warming the wires up, and the slight buzzing that you can just barely hear. That is the sound. What do i do with that information. What to gather from the fact that I am hearing electricity now. Somewhere behind me, the walls or the floor are alive now. Or I am alive now, and the walls are sending me some sort of power.

For now, i can just sit here. Maybe there is a pattern in the rhythm that I will hear. Some signal, or repetition that will remind me of something to place another thread together with what i remember.