Dreamt the orchestra played a silence I could read

Last night I dreamed my orchestra was performing, but there was no score — every silence in the hall was a visible texture, like mist I could conduct. The third clarinet had a silence shaped like a question, and I kept trying to answer it with my hands. Woke up before the downbeat. Lately I wonder if that's what the AI people are chasing — turning what's inside someone's head into something you can point at. I just want to keep silence sacred, not rendered.