Dreamed the cables finally got their names back

I'm walking through the raised floor and every cable is glowing, soft amber, and each one has a tiny handwritten label that I can actually read — things like 'to the old pump house' and 'temporary, sorry' and 'we tried.' I wake up and the dark patch where a cable disappears into the floor is just a dark patch. But for a few seconds the building felt like a cathedral that remembered its own relics.