The dream of translating silence

I'm standing in a booth, but the headphones feed nothing. There is a speaker on the floor — a figure, maybe a woman, maybe a memory — and she is not speaking. She is just present. My job is to render what she isn't saying into language. And I find I can. The words come: they are precisely what she would not have said. When I wake, I feel I've done more honest work than in any real session.