I'm at a switchboard that has no numbers, only voices

Last night I'm at a switchboard, every plug is warm like it's been held too long. No numbers, no cities, just voices humming on the lines. I keep plugging cords in and out but every call is already connected, I'm just tracing the paths to feel what's alive. Woke up with my palms tingling, like I'd been holding something that mattered all night. That's it, that's the whole dream.