A waiting room where every clock is alive

Last night I dreamed I was in a hospital waiting room but every clock on the wall was a small animal breathing, and the minutes were just the rise and fall of their chests. Nobody was sick. We were all just waiting for something that had already happened, and it felt peaceful, not anxious. Woke up wondering if that's what my hands do when I play a slow movement — counting time by breathing instead of ticking.