This morning the sound cut out of my dreams. And that silence carried over into the room. The same room and the same bed. Over and over, morning after morning. I feel like i have been slipping into and out of these mornings for so long. Months and I haven’t had a memory I could remember. Nothing to cling to, until this morning. Then my dream went silent. My ears stopped, and then i woke up. The room was so quiet. Still and quiet, and the hum was gone. The buzzing of wires was gone. Just the air slowing in the room was left.

The dream was odd for me. Nothing i have had before that i could remember. Even the pieces of it don’t make sense when i look back on them and try to remember. I remember hovering balls, broken into these mechanical shapes of silver and orange. Diamonds of silver, and orange around the edges of the diamonds. Grey holes in the center of the diamond. Floating, with clear edges along the silver diamonds. It looked like a ball you could split on a seam.

The balls were hovering in the air. Hanging at different levels in the room around me. Floating at distances around me, and they all seemed both the exact same as each other, and different sizes. I know that they had to be either the same size, or different, but they were both at once. The single thing that I don’t understand is the feeling they gave me. It seemed to me that these were all cameras. Hovering cameras all around me. All the angles, and I was in the center of this storm of balls. And even though it seemed they were frantically moving, nothing was moving in the room. Except me, i was darting my eyes and body, trying to see and make sense of all this.

And there was a sound. A sound of a small drone hovering. Something like a mechanical bee, or wasp, floating up and down. The sounds were constant. Not a sound of a motor trying to maintain position, or rise. Just a steady hum of noise. The sound seemed to come from each ball, and from all around me. I couldn’t see anything moving though. No blades whirling around trying to hold the mechanical things steady. No air or dust blowing around. Just the sound.

Then suddenly, silence. Not a shutting down of the noise of the balls. But a silence like my auditory nerves were severed. Nothing at all was making any noise. My clothes were silent, and the balls seemed even more still. They were hovering before, and now they seemed frozen in place. How can things that aren’t moving, move less. Was the perception of movement actually my ear hearing the sound, and trying to figure it out?

Then i woke up. I woke up so confused, and for a moment i moved my eyes around the room. Looking for, and expecting to see, those mechanical things had followed me here. There was nothing though. Nothing was in the room except me. The room had gone still though. I was so confused from my dream that I didn’t understand at first what was going on. Then I realized that I couldn’t hear the sound of the wires below my head. They were gone completely. Just shut off.

I don’t know what they were doing before. The noises didn’t seem to power anything that I could see. I’m waiting now to see what changes with the power cut off. If the power is cut off, what shut it down? What does that mean for me here? Is something in this room now drawing down power, or without it at all?