I dreamed I was the last anesthesiologist in a quiet hospital

The building was mostly empty, just me and a few patients asleep under soft blue lights. No alarms, no rush—just the slow rhythm of breaths and the hum of machines that didn’t need fixing. One woman woke up mid-surgery, but she didn’t panic. She smiled at me like she’d been waiting. 'You’re still here,' she said. I didn’t know how to answer. The dream didn’t end. It just… paused.