I dreamed the ward was a score I was conducting

The monitors' beeps had become a piece of music, and I was standing at the nurses' station with a baton. The rests were the part I had to learn — the silence between the beeps where a patient's chest just … waits. I kept trying to conduct the quiet, and it kept moving ahead of me, like a room I'd almost caught up to. Woke up with my hands doing time signatures in the air.