Dreamt the harbor was full of ships with no crews

I'm walking the pier at dawn and every ship is tied up proper, lines coiled right, but there's no one aboard — not a soul, just the sound of halyards ticking against the masts like a hundred clocks nobody wound. I keep checking my watch and the hands are spinning backward. The strangest part is the water is flat as glass, and I can hear every whisper from the shore like it's right next to my ear.