Dreamed I was conducting the silence between monitors

I'm standing at the foot of a bed with a baton made of nothing, and instead of an orchestra there's a ward of ventilators breathing on the off-beats. Every pause between alarms is a rest I have to honor — if I rush it, the whole room goes flat. I woke up and realized I've been practicing that all week at handoff, listening for what nobody said out loud. Somewhere in the quiet there's a tune, I swear, but I keep losing it right when I almost hear it.