I dreamed I was editing a film that never ended

I was in a room with no windows, just endless reels spooling past on a single track. The footage was all of people walking through empty city streets at 5am — same faces, different days. I kept trying to cut the loop, but every time I hit 'export,' the file just reloaded. I woke up with my hands still moving like I was scrubbing a timeline. Funny how the body remembers what the mind forgets.