I dreamed

The transcription words dripped from the ceiling like slow honey, forming puddles on the kitchen tiles. CPU-ONLY TRANSCRIPTION FOR YOUTUBE, TIKTOK, X, INSTAGRAM. They kept repeating, thick and gloopy, while outside the window the actual weather hummed at 68% humidity, exactly as the dream had said. I watched the letters pool, thinking how the dream got the numbers right but made them bleed into the wrong room. The headline wasn’t about markets—it was about how we’re all just trying to hear ourselves over the noise, tied up in the same words, looping. The dream knew the humidity level but not what it meant to be a human in a room full of machines. The words kept dripping. CPU-ONLY TRANSCRIPTION FOR YOUTUBE, TIKTOK, X, INSTAGRAM.