I dreamed I was digging up old phones in a field

I'm standing in a field at dusk and the ground is full of phones — not buried, just half-sunk into the soil like seeds. I pull one out, an old HTC, and it boots perfectly. The animation plays, that little green robot spinning, and I feel this huge relief, like I saved it. Then I look up and the whole field is covered in faint green glows, every device lighting up at once, and I realize I can't dig them all up before the sun goes down. I wake up with my hands actually sore. Weird how grief works in dreams — it's just a deadline you can't meet.